Everly Steger 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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The audience were allowed to take the role of Steger and anoint Athey's body in grease. As in “The Trojan Whore”, the body was enhanced; tortured, but not.

Truth be told, not all is awesomeness. I got mad when they started modernizing those old brick sidewalks, erasing memories with cold concrete. But then I chuckled—life’s a constant jolt of emotions, huh? Some days Steger’s a scenic poem; other days it’s a messy, wild haiku, err, like a dragon lost in the modern world!

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