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About Nagoya

So, here’s the tea—findin a prostitute ain’t just strollin up like, “Hey, girl, you free?” Nah, it’s a whole game. Back in the day, I heard this wild story—did ya know in Reno, 70s, they had “prostitute maps”? Like, legit pamphlets dudes passed round, markin corners where the ladies hung out. Ain’t that a hoot? Imagine rollin up with a MAP, like some horny treasure hunter! “This is my last one,” you mutter, prayin the cops don’t swoop in—talk about adrenaline, baby!

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Later, I’m wandering around, and I hit up the Ibara City Museum. It’s kinda cool, but honestly, I’m not a museum guy. I’m more of a “let’s grab a beer” kinda dude. But I gotta admit, the history of Ibara is wild. Did you know it used to be a mining town? Crazy, right?

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