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So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

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A document photo book of a dangerous sex girl who indulges in indecent play with male customers without telling the shop.

So, I’m crunching numbers, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” Turns out, it’s just some dude burning his lunch in the break room. Classic Mitsuke moment, right? Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity.

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