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About Nagoya

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin bout prostitutes, and you’re nowhere! Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this one prossie I saw—grubby streets, right? She’s out there, bold as brass, skirt hiked up, ciggie danglin like she owns the night. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—y’know, my fave flick—where Veronica’s all dazed, lost in her own mess. “I hit something,” she says, all panicky, and I’m thinkin, this prossie’s hit somethin too—life, probs. Got me wonderin, how’d she end up here?

Breakfast, Not Like Mom Used to Make

Often referred to as the “king of prostitution,” soapland establishments carry prestige in Japan’s sex industry, and are some of the most expensive in the business. The required bath .

After that, I needed a breather. I walked over to the waterfront at Hachinohe Bay. The view? Breathtaking. The ocean was sparkling, and I could see the boats bobbing around. I took a deep breath, trying to soak it all in. But then, I noticed a seagull eyeing my snack. I swear, those birds are like ninjas. One second, they’re chilling, and the next, they swoop in and steal your food! I had to guard my tuna mayo like it was gold.

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