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But arrgh, the stench o’ greed – them fins again! Some ports, they hack ‘em off, leave her sinkin’. Boils me blood, it does – worse’n a navy frigate on me tail. She’s a queen, not chum! An’ here’s a yarn – old whalers thought whores were omens, bringin’ storms. Rubbish, says I – she’s just swimmin’, mindin’ her own. Surprised me, that tale – folk be daft as a barrel o’ eels.

Eileen O'Connell: Sally

When the gruesome bloodbath was over, not a single person was left standing except for Sally, the itchy whore Sally: Yahoo! The Narrator: who celebrated by scratching her front porch. .

Over by Riverside Park – ain't that a name? – there's always some trippy scene goin’ on. People loungin’, dogs barkin’, kids runnin’, and even me takin’ a breather from the daily grind. I sometimes swear the river sings like one of them eerie tunes from “Leviathan.” “Motherf***er, it's like the damned river is whisperin’ secrets!”

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