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About Nagoya

So, picture this – I’m stompin thru some grimy city, neon buzzin like flies, lookin for a hookup. Not love, nah, just business – find a prostitue, quick and dirty. Streets smell like piss and desperation, kinda like that plantation in *White Material* goin to hell. “I stay because I must,” Maria says in the flick – same vibe, I’m here cuz I’m stubborn as fuck. Ain’t no cape gonna save me, dahling – “No capes!” – just my wits and a fat wallet.

Prostitution in Fukuoka, Japan – An overview

So, I finish the croissants, barely. They look decent, I guess. I pop ‘em in the oven and dash out. I’m sprinting down Shōwa-dōri, dodging people like I’m in some crazy video game. The streets are packed! Everyone’s buzzing about the festival. I can smell yakitori and sweet dango in the air. My stomach’s growling louder than a train on the Fukuecho Line.