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About Nagoya

Now, findin’ one? Tricky, man. You don’t just yell, “Hey, hooker!” Nah, that’s dumb—gets ya punched. Gotta be smooth, subtle—like Bob whisperin’ to Charlotte, “You’re not hopeless.” Maybe I’d say that, y’know, to break the ice. “Hey, darlin’, you’re not hopeless—wanna chat?” Ha! Bet she’d laugh—or slap me. Either way, I’m in.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Finally, I head back home, exhausted but pumped. I can’t wait to start animating. I’m thinkin’ about all the crazy stuff that happened today. Komatsushimacho is wild, man. It’s got this vibe, you know? Full of surprises and characters.

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