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About Nagoya

What pisses me off? The fakeness. Guy thinks he’s in control, but she’s runnin’ the show. Always is. Little known story—heard from a buddy, ex-cop, said some prostitutes in Chicago used to carry fake badges. Flash ‘em at johns, scare ‘em into payin’ extra. Ballsy move, right? Made me grin—hustle’s hustle, I guess. Still hate it. Whole thing’s a circus, and I ain’t buyin’ a ticket.

Introductions in Izumo

This book traces the social history of early modern Japan's sex trade, from its beginnings in seventeenth-century cities.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I’m munching on this tuna mayo thing, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking sushi disaster.”

Japanese student bashed, robbed