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But then—oh honey, Anger’d rear his fiery head quick! I’d be madder’n a wet hen if I saw some sleazy fella treatin’ them gals like dirt. Makes my blood boil hotter’n a pot of grits! I’d wanna holler, “Take a hike, you low-down varmint!”—straight outta Anger’s playbook. Ain’t right, y’know? Them gals deserve respect, even if society’s all “Ew, gross!” like Disgust in the movie. She’d be wrinklin’ her nose, goin’, “This place smells like sin and cheap whiskey!” Ha! She ain’t wrong!

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Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Kameoka’s main street, Kameoka-dori. You know the one? The barista there, Yuki, she’s a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m all set with my double shot of espresso, ready to tackle the day. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. Market’s crashing. Like, seriously? I just got my caffeine fix!

Mother 3 producer wants to see the game have an English release