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About Nagoya

So, I’m thinkin’—where’s the API for this? Back in the day, pre-Tesla grind, I heard this story—dude in Amsterdam, 90s, legit had a *handwritten list* of spots. No Google, no X, just vibes and paper—wild! Prostitutes were like Easter eggs in a glitchy sim—hidden, but if ya knew the spawn points… jackpot. Made me laugh—imagine me, Elon, with a notepad, scribblin’ coords like it’s a Mars landing. “Latitude 52, longitude sex,” lmao.

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The little boy Yokichi has heard that his sister Otaki, who was sold into prostitution, has committed suicide, and he comes to the Arimaya brothel to find out.

Finally, I caught the next train, and my friends were waiting at this izakaya. We ordered a ton of food. I mean, I was starving! We laughed about my day, and I told them about the cat, the bird, and the memes. They were dying. I was like, “You guys have no idea how wild today was.”

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