Extreme Tales of Gay Sex, Cannibalism, and Torture

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Mickey and Lou looked out the Bar’s doorway into the wine-dark street, watching a battle that swirled around the legs of a large wooden horse that stood a few dozen paces away.
“Sanctuary! Sanctuary!” cried someone in archaic Greek. Mickey heard running footsteps, then saw three naked figures—a man and two boys—reach the doorway from the darkness beyond.
“Hey,” Lou said, his words—thanks to the Exotics Bar’s universal translation spell—also coming out as archaic Greek. “This is a bar. You can’t bring snake