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"Rowen? That name sounds familiar," Sanji murmured upon hearing Rowen's name, thinking aloud.

He seemed to recall some customers discussing that name recently.

But for Sanji, his interests lay solely in beautiful women and cooking. He hadn't paid much att ...

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