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The Warden of Sexy Witches

Experiencing life as a warden in a different world is quite the journey, to say the least. Thieves, pirates, assassins, master deceivers, terrorists... Werewolves, vampires, witches, necromancers, succubi... Welcome to the Rose Iron Prison, where the most dangerous witches from around the world are gathered. "I am determined to make this the best model prison in the world!" declared a prison guard who had crossed over to this alternate realm. "Warden, there's been another jailbreak!" "Bring them back and throw them into solitary confinement." Today at the Rose Iron Prison, it's another peaceful day. The warden remarked, "I'm just diligently managing my prison, how did I become a big shot in a different world?"

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Chapter 280 Can you pick up the soap for me_1

"You're a pimp!?" Upon hearing Fille say that, Annie's eyebrows almost twisted into a knot.

The men in the pirate crew were basically rough fellows; having drifted at sea for extended periods, they would seek out women wherever they could once ashore. Many under Annie's command had thus contracted venereal diseases.

Every time she saw crew members wandering about on her "Deerhawk Beast" ship, their skin covered in syphilitic sores, infectious diseases festering, Annie felt a wave of nausea. On several occasions, she harbored the lethal thought of tossing them all into the sea to feed the shrimps.

She naturally couldn't possibly harbor even the slightest fondness for the fireworks women and pimps.

"The best pimp on the continent. My shop was even on the cover of B.B. Girl Magazine! But then we were busted, so I could only run it secretly…" Fille declared with pride, puffing out her chest, not at all ashamed.