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About Nagoya

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks? Pisses me off when people do. Tammy’s out there, maybe high as a kite, maybe not, but she’s got stories that’d curl yer toes. One time, I bet she had a john who cried—yep, sobbed like a baby after. Happens more’n you think! She’s like, “Buddy, I ain’t yer therapist!” Ha! Cracks me up, that image—her pattin’ his head, “There, there, perv.”

Backstreet stories: Small Kabukicho park has become a haven for hookers

'Painful: Habits of a prostitute of the Kansei era' (with a tattoeed arm), Ōban tata-e woodblock print. Prints & Graphic Art. 36,8 x 25,2 cm.

After the workshop, I’m on a high. I’m walking down the streets of Shimotsuke, feeling all inspired. But then, BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Seriously? I’m like, “Come on, Shimotsuke! Fix your sidewalks!” I’m laughing at myself, but also kinda mad.

A case of insulinoma with hypoglycemia that was better managed with lanreotide than octreotide