Here's some AI gibberish :

A mermaid’s breasts, when cooked correctly, are not meat. They are a living covenant.
One slow, deliberate bite does not simply feed the body.
It rearranges it.
The eater’s blood begins to remember the deep. Wounds close faster. The body stops measuring time the way ordinary women do. Skin takes on a faint, permanent luminescence that no cosmetic can fake. More importantly, the appetite for ordinary power dies. What remains is a colder, quieter hunger that only other people who have tasted the same thing can recognize.