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About Nagoya

So, check it—whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass. Nah, it’s deeper, like Malik in *A Prophet* tryna survive. “You’re in deep now, kid,” they’d say. Whores be hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ ends meet. I seen it, fam—back in Long Beach, this one girl, Candy, swear she was legend. Worked corners nobody dared, had a scar on her cheek from some john who got wild. Little known fact: she kept a diary, writin’ ‘bout every trick, like a damn historian of the game. Blew my mind, yo—whores got stories, not just STDs, ha!

Lotus Flower in the Koko-en Garden - Himeji, Japan

Then, I got a call from my next client, Ms. Sato. She’s a real piece of work. Always changing her mind. She wanted to meet at the Himeji City Museum of Art. I thought, “Great, let’s mix business with culture.” But when I got there, she was nowhere to be found. I waited for like 30 minutes, pacing around the museum, looking like a lost puppy.

The Crow and the Heron: An inside look at the legendary Himeji and Matsumoto castles of Japan