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About Nagoya

First off, it’s shady as hell. You don’t just stroll up to some gal and go, “Hey, how’s biz?” Nah, there’s codes, signals—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, pimps used matchbooks to advertise. Dropped ‘em at bars, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, but sleazy. I hate clever sleaze. Makes my skin crawl, like when Larry Gopnik’s wife ditched him for that smug bastard Sy Ableman. “I’m a serious man,” Larry whines—yeah, me too, pal, ‘til I’m scoutin’ hookers.

A word of warning: Hostess bars and the red-light district

Tayu are no longer able to work as prostitutes, though, as it is illegal, and these women are more ceremonial and caretakers of history now.

First stop: the Hakone Open-Air Museum. OMG, it’s like art and nature had a baby. I’m strolling through, and there’s this giant sculpture that looks like a twisted pretzel. I’m like, “What even is this?” But then I see a kid climbing on it, and I’m like, “Okay, that’s kinda cool.” Kids have this way of making everything seem fun, ya know?

Initiation of Joint Delivery Services for Facilities Operated in the Hakone Area