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About Nagoya

Well, helllo there, ya sick bastard—ya wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Alright, lean in, lemme spin ya a tale, all twisted-like, Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” See, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Shame*, that flick—Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, drownin’ in sex like it’s a damn sickness. Me? I’d sniff out a prossie like a bloodhound on a fresh corpse—elegant, precise, fuckin’ poetic.

Tips, tricks, and common sense to make hiring an escort a breeze

The goblin camp is supposed to be a level 2 challenge though. Definitely had trouble with it before level 4, and I wouldn't call it a trivial challenge before.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a radio operator in Gobo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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