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About Nagoya

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

Sex Workers as Culture Makers

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging people on Shimmachi-dori. It’s like a game of Frogger out there. I swear, if I trip over a bicycle again, I’m gonna lose it.

Ogawa Coffee Laboratory | Restaurants in Sakura-Shinmachi, Tokyo