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About Nagoya

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? King’s Landing’s got filth everywhere, but the good ones? Hidin’, probly. Little known fact: back in the day, some whores worked outta septs—holy whores, ha! Imagine that, septas by day, spreadin’ legs by night. Makes me smirk, that does. Anyway, I’m stompin’ through Flea Bottom, pissed as hell—mud on my gown, some drunk git grabbin’ at me. “I choose violence,” I hiss, and he’s off, pissin’ himself. Good riddance.

For Travellers to Japan

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of our meeting? We all scramble out, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. But inside, I’m like, “This is the worst day ever!” We end up outside, waiting for the fire department. Turns out, it was just a drill. Phew! But my heart’s still racing.

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