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About Nagoya

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Rare interview tapes with Japanese 'karayuki-san' prostitute in Singapore surface

Although engaged in prostitution, oiran were accomplished entertainers and not common prostitutes. Shimabara in Kyoto. -.

Finally, I get my stuff and head out. I’m walking down the streets, and I can’t help but notice how vibrant everything is. The cherry blossoms are still hanging on, and I’m like, “Dude, spring is the best!” But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. My shoes are soaked. Great start, right?

Silhouette of Shimabara Castle looms over Sea of Ariake