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About Nagoya

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

Appearance

But then, I got hangry. I needed food, like, NOW. I found this little ramen shop on Nakagawa Street. The sign was all faded, but I was desperate. I ordered a bowl, and when it came, I was like, “This better be good.” And OMG, it was heavenly! Slurping those noodles, I felt like I was in a food coma. Best decision ever!

A sushi conveyor belt restaurant is opening in Manhattan