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About Nagoya

Still, the sleaze gets me. Grubby dudes hagglin’ prices – ugh, gross! No style, no flair – “No capes!” – just flopsweat and bad breath. Surprised me how normal it felt tho – like, it’s been around foreva. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars – wolf dens! How’s that for gritty trivia? Wolves prowlin’, coins clinkin’, same ol’ hustle. Kinda poetic, if ya squint. Me, I’d rather watch *Inception* again – “We need to go deeper!” – than step in one. Too chaotic, too raw. What’s your take, huh? Spill it!

Discover Osaka

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this huge smile, and she’s like, “You’re doing a great job, young man!” I’m thinkin’, “Wow, thanks!” But then she hands me a piece of mochi. Like, what? I’m not sure if I should eat it or not. But hey, free food! I pop it in my mouth, and it’s the best mochi I’ve ever had. Sweet, chewy, and just the right amount of sticky. I’m feelin’ on top of the world again!

Contemporary Artist Kimiyo Mishima Dies at 91; Creator Known for Ceramics, Installations Depicting Garbage