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About Nagoya

First off, it’s a damn maze! You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, hook me up!” Nah, it’s shady dudes whisperin’, eyes dartin’ like they’re in a spy flick. Found this one corner—let’s call it Prostitute Central—near a busted-up bar. Girls there looked tired, tough, like they’d seen more shit than a sewer rat. Made me mad, ya know? System’s screwed—nobody’s savin’ ‘em, just like the mayor in *Leviathan* crushin’ folks for fun. “You’re all just meat to me,” he’d say. Same vibe here.

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The article by Onozawa Akane below is adapted from Chapter 3 (Comfort Women and State Prostitution) in Denying the Comfort Women: The.

So, I get to this house, and the lady there is super nice. She offers me tea, and I’m like, “Heck yeah!” But then, she starts telling me about her cat, Momo. Apparently, Momo is a “special” cat. I’m thinking, “What’s that mean?” Turns out, Momo has a thing for radio waves. No joke! She brings Momo over, and the cat just stares at my tools like they’re the Holy Grail. I’m cracking up.

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