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About Nagoya

Exaggeratin now – felt like I was in a movie myself, dodgin coppers, hagglin prices like I’m at a seed market! “Ten quid? For that? Nah, mate!” Sarcasm drippin – “Oh yeah, prime harvest this one!” – crackin myself up. We swears, it’s a circus! Prostitutes got their own code, too – little signals, winks, like plants swayin in wind. Sneaky, clever – respect it, kinda.

Fashion health

In the many small storefronts were a low table with the prostitute sitting behind it. Usually, at the side of the table was another woman, probably her mother.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shikitsu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the cashier just chuckles. I mean, c’mon, dude, help a bro out!

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