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About Nagoya

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

June 26, 2011

Prostitution in Japan was even a state-sponsored activity, with the government licensing and monitoring brothels until when this practice.

Then, the craziest thing happened. I bumped into this guy who was dressed as a ninja. No joke! He was doing some kinda street performance. I was like, “Is this for real?” He starts flipping around, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who knew Minabe had ninjas?

Ume, Japan’s favourite pickle, is the fruit of 400 years of sustainable farming