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About Nagoya

I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

The Comfort Women and the Myth of the Willing Prostitute

It is now possible to use an app to find an escort. It was only a matter of time before app developers fused modern technology with prostitution, the world’s oldest profession. Though .

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee, and head out. Kure’s streets are buzzing. I mean, you got the main drag, Kure-shi, packed with people. I’m like, “What’s up, folks?” But they’re all in their own world. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike almost crash into a vending machine. Classic Kure moment, right?

Parking passes invalid in some Pleasure Island lots, due to renourishment agreement