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About Nagoya

So, picture this—dingy rooms, stained sheets, girls with eyes deader than a King’s Landing corpse. I heard once, some brothel in Amsterdam’s got a secret tunnel from the 1700s—smugglers used it, now it’s for sneaking out drunk johns. Wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinking of those fools stumbling in the dark. I’d burn it down, tho—too messy, too loud. “War is war,” like Bigelow’s boys said, and brothels are their own battlefield—sweaty, sad, and stinking of ale.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I’m munchin’ on my rice balls, and boom! I see this dude sprintin’ down the street. Like, full-on Usain Bolt mode. I’m thinkin’, “What’s he runnin’ from?” Turns out, he was just late for work. Classic Omura, right?

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