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About Nagoya

So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

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Honey doesn't like it when he sees another host-hopping whore flirting up to his guy. & Why Takashi 'Mori' Morinozuka never let anyone other then Honey in?

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to shake off the soy sauce shame. I pass by the Mori Art Museum, and I’m like, “Dude, I should check that out.” But nah, I’m not in the mood for art. I’m more of a “let’s eat everything” kinda person.

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