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About Nagoya

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights buzzin’, streets hummin’ like some kinda greasy song. You’re out there, huntin’, lookin’ for that “transactional love”—ha! Ain’t that a kicker? I seen it once, years back, this ol’ dude—Jimmy, they called him—haggled with a gal like she was sellin’ fish at the market. “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” he hollered. She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out—swear to God, funnier than No-Face gobblin’ up them dumplings. Made me laugh, but damn, it stung too—how’s it come to that, huh?

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One of the commercial sex workers, Ritah Nagawa, says they usually go to such places in quest for money to cater for their basic requirements.

But then, just when I think it’s smooth sailing, I trip over my own feet. I go down hard, and the handles fly outta my hands. They land right in a puddle. I’m just layin’ there, laughin’ at myself. What a day, right?

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