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About Nagoya

Dunno, mate, somethin’ bout whores just… clicks. They’re real, yeah? No fake smiles, no “let’s circle back.” Makes me wanna bin the 9-to-5 and—nah, scratch that, I’d be rubbish at it. Too clumsy, I’d trip over me own trousers! Still, respect, innit? Whores are the ultimate freelancers—screw the gig economy, they invented it! “You’re all alone,” *Leviathan* says. They know it, mate. They bloody live it.

Articles about Fuchu

Located less than an hour from the likes of Shibuya and Shinjuku, this slice of the prefecture strikes the perfect balance between convenience and suburban charm. Though a bedroom .

The drive to the river is nuts. Fuchu’s got these narrow streets, and my boss is driving like he’s in a race. I’m holding on for dear life. We pass by the Fuchu Park, and I see families having picnics. I’m like, “Man, I wish I was there.”

No country for old men: Japan’s elderly inmates prefer jail