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About Nagoya

I seen one, yo, back in ’98, shady spot offa Bourbon Street. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, walls creakin’ like my old fiddle case. This chick, Ruby, ran it – tough as nails, red hair wilder than a banshee. She told me, “Apollo, men pay for silence, not just tail.” Blew my mind, man! Ain’t just sex, it’s escapin’ – like hidin’ from that creepy-ass Pale Man. Little known fact? Them old-school brothels had secret tunnels – smugglin’ booze, dodgin’ cops, wild shit! Makes ya wonder who’s really pullin’ strings, ya dig?

May December (2023)

On the right the watch shop of G. Schneider, and the shop of hairdresser and tobacconist T. Bachelor. In the back the Bluff at Yamate can be seen. Honcho-dori.

First off, I hit the streets of Chūō-dōri. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Packed with shops, food stalls, and all that jazz. I’m cruisin’ along, vibin’ to the sounds of the city. Then BAM! I trip over some random dude’s bag. Like, c’mon, bro! Watch where you’re throwin’ your stuff! I was ready to throw hands, but I just laughed it off.

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