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Lunar Whorehouse 47 was about as nice as a government run whorehouse can get these days, which is to say, not particularly nice. The girls were okay but that was just about it. They were always low on supplies, and the stuff they got shipped up was nothing to get excited about in the first place. The clientele used to tell me that a cheap condom is worse than no condom, because at least with no condom you can enjoy yourself while you're contracting Syphilis-D. Of course, most of the clientele didn't bother to talk with me. In fact, hardly anyone around that place, which was really quite a collection of low lifes, could ever really find much time to talk with me. My name's Alexander. I'm a cum stain remover. One of the tricks about running a whorehouse in a low-gravity environment is that the cum gets all over the place. To make things worse, low-gravity jizzom undergoes a change in its molecular cell structure that increases its bonding power by two or three times over normal male semen. The bottom line is that when the customer's jizz hits the ceiling, it stays on the ceiling. How did I get this job? I don't like to talk much about my life back home, but let's just say, this is a big step up.