Mila Kruszwica Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

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Finally, the truck is fixed, and I’m back on the road. I’m zooming down the streets, feeling like a boss. But then, I hit a pothole on 1 Maja Street. My coffee spills everywhere. I’m like, “Noooo!” It’s like the universe is against me today.

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