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Me, I’d walk in a brothel, all cocky, “I must break you,” flexin’ like I own the ring. But damn, it’d hit me—some girls there ain’t happy. Pisses me off, y’know? Dudes strollin’ in, actin’ like kings, but who’s really winnin’? Not them workers sometimes. Saw this doc once—girl said she made bank but hated the smell. Cigars, sweat, cheap cologne—gag city, man! Surprised me how real she kept it.

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Loving the consent!!! Especially in chapter While I said in last volume, that I liked the variety more, now I like the routine she has with Nanao more.

As I made my way back down, I passed by the Nanao Art Museum. They had this weird exhibit about fish. I mean, fish? Really? But I went in anyway. Some of the art was actually cool. I snapped a pic of this giant fish sculpture. Totally Instagram-worthy.

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