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About Nagoya

So, mate, here’s the deal—Brothel’s some shady hospitality gig, right? Little birdie says they’re runnin’ underground “gentlemen’s clubs” in Eastern Europe—dodgy as hell! Revenue’s spiky—£10 mil one month, then zilch! Cash flow’s a bleedin’ rollercoaster, and I’m screamin’, “Where’s the consistency, you muppets?!” Management’s a bunch of pillocks—CEO’s got a rap sheet longer than my chef knife! Insider scoop—heard he once bribed a tax bloke with a suitcase of vodka. True story, swear on my nan’s grave!

Reader Supported

Nakano-chaya Teahouse was exactly what you would expect from a famous historical prostitute house, which was even sung about in a folk song.

I wander over to the Glover Garden. It’s this old Western-style house, and I’m thinking, “What’s up with this place?” Turns out, it’s got some history. It was built by a British guy. I’m like, “Dude, you picked a sweet spot!” I’m wandering around, and I can’t help but feel a bit of that old-school charm.

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