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About Nagoya

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so brothel, right? Wild place, man. Been zappin’ round galaxies, seen some shit, but brothel’s got its own vibe. Like, imagine a joint where folks pay for company—ain’t that a trip? Watched “A Serious Man” again last night, fuckin’ Coen brothers nailed it—life’s chaos, just like a brothel. “Accept the mystery,” they say, and brothel’s full of it. You got humans sneakin’ in, all hush-hush, tryna get their kicks. Me, an alien, I’m like—why hide it, dudes?

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Top chef 'takes own life' amid sex allegations Waves crash on the coast as Typhoon Haishen approaches in Makurazaki, Kagoshima prefecture on September.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little shop on Shiroyama Street. The owner, this sweet old lady, hands me a towel and a cup of tea. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!” We chat about the town, and she tells me about the history of the area. Did you know Makurazaki was a major port back in the day? Crazy, right?

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