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About Nagoya

So, here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ downtown, late night, city buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, horns honkin’, smells like hot dogs and regret. I’m thinkin’, who’s out here? Who’s workin’ the corners? You don’t just trip over ‘em, nah. Gotta know the spots—alleys, shady bars, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Back in my day, it was word’a mouth, whispers like, “Go see Candy on 5th.” Little known fact—prostitutes used to leave coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” my ass—everyone knew the game.

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So, I duck into a nearby shop on Shinkyo Bridge. It’s a souvenir place, and I’m browsing. I find this ridiculous keychain shaped like a koi fish. I’m like, “I need this in my life.” I buy it, and the shopkeeper gives me this huge smile. It’s like, “Thanks for supporting local!”

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