Melanie Berliet writes about what it's like being naked sushi model.
I pleaded to the God of Naked Body Sushi Models to stifle an array of impulses: to laugh, twitch, cry, beg for introductions, and maybe eat a piece of sushi or two. It was then that all these impulses decided to congregate in my right toe. And it was then that I considered leaping from the table, obligations (and dignity) be damned, so I could massage the fucking thing.
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