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Taste? Oh, it’s nutty, kinda sour—like life, huh? “The risk was hers alone,” Amélie’d say, and I’m riskin’ my oven fer this! Ain’t no Wonder Bread crap—brothel’s got soul! I reckon it’s the fermentin’, takes freakin’ forever. Surprised me how long—two days, y’all! Two! I was pacin’ like a dog waitin’ fer supper. But that crust? Cracks like a shotgun—Git-R-Done! Inside’s all soft, like a gal’s—well, nevermind!

The Brothels of Pompeii: “May I See a Menu, Please?”

About a fifth of the women's names in the brothel indicate they were free. Slavery was an accepted institution in the Roman Empire, and slaves.

Then, I head over to the Tome City Hall. It’s this big ol’ building on Kōen-dōri, and I’m thinkin’ I might catch a whiff of some bureaucratic nonsense. But nah, it’s actually kinda chill. I bump into this guy who’s all about the local festivals. He’s hyped about the upcoming Matsuri. I’m like, “Dude, I can smell the excitement!” He tells me about the floats and the food stalls. I’m already drooling again.

Tome Biosciences, once a high-flying gene-editing startup, is floundering