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About Nagoya

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

Tsuno Miho

Victoria buys a brothel. a novel by Talhí Briones. , United States— It took thirty years and a dislocated arm for Victoria to leave her.

But then, oh man, the drama hit. I was sitting there, slurping my noodles, when this group of tourists came in. They were loud, like, really loud. One guy was trying to order in broken Japanese, and I was cringing so hard. I mean, come on, dude! Just point at the menu!

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