Warning +18: ⚠️This will have a lot of smut. A lot of language, violence, and sexual situations as well.
This is mainly sort of a smut-filled book.
You're alone, with no one to rely on, no one to trust. You survived out in the streets for so long in...
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Mia: *whistle* Finally....we're here.
Chloe: Roanapur, a den of crime and corruption where a wide variety of criminals operate.
Damien: It's....meant for us. Revy, you alright?
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Revy: *smile* Yeah I'm fine. I'm a bit happy we're out of that clusterfuck that's Cuba.
She reaches back to tie her hair back, Damien patting her back as a sign of appreciation as the ship approaches the harbor.
Mia: We're approaching land in 10.....9.....8.....7.....6.....5.....4......3-
Revy: SEND IT!
She jumps off onto the deck, rolling onto her feet as everyone else jumps off.
Revy: Woah.......this is a pretty neat place.
Damien: It's adequate.
They all held a mountain of supplies and such before making their way to the roads nearby.
Mia: Luckily we learned 8 different languages to help us here. Russian, Thai, Spanish, of course English, Italian, both Cantonese and Mandarin, Japanese.....yup!
Revy: *groan* I fucking hate those language lessons.
Damien: It helps in the future since we'll be staying here for a while.
Revy: Yeah whatever.
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