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About Nagoya

I knew this chick once—Lola, total pro. Worked the streets near Hollywood, 1950s, when I was still dodgin’ cameras. She’d wink at me, sayin’, “Marilyn, we’re both sellin’ somethin’.” Ha! Cheeky lil’ thing—she wasn’t wrong! Whores, they hustle hard, like Mia practicin’ her moves in that busted flat. “It’s my turn now,” she’d mutter—Lola had that fire too. Made me happy, seein’ her own it, but pissed me off when johns treated her like trash. Ugh, men—same ol’ crap!

The Problem

Rutebeuf is another medieval poet on whom no independent documentation exists. In several poems he puns on his own name in equivocal rhymes.

Finally, I get in. The water’s hot, and I’m thinkin’, “Yes! This is it!” But then, I hear this loud splash. Some dude just cannonballed in! I’m like, “Really, man?!” I’m tryin’ to chill, and he’s makin’ waves.

Eren, Mikasa, and Armin Are Eternized in Hometown of Attack on Titan Creator