There were no plates. We were given a warm wet cloth and told to wipe our fingers on that and use our hands. He’d put a piece on the wood counter in front of us and wipe the counter between each piece. He had clay jars with paint brushes for his sauces. The fish fell apart in your mouth.
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Do you want some help getting onto the naughty list?
My naughty graphic novels are on sale.
but, um, they really are like… super naughty… for real. No faking. Gotta be over 18.