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There were silks, there were curves, and there was zero self-control. Nami kept bending over like it was a contest, Robin whispered historical facts that somehow sounded filthy, and Boa—Boa just posed, pouted, and made sure everyone knew who the main event was. The island itself might need a cold shower.

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