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About Nagoya

Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—brothels, man, they’re somethin else. Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book! I’m sittin here, thinkin—heck, even back in Delaware, we’d hear whispers. Not that I was peekin, mind ya! Here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just about the, uh, obvious stuff. Nah, it’s deeper, like in “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you know, that flick I love. “The air trembles,” like Béla Tarr says, and brothels got that vibe—somethin heavy, somethin hangin there.

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Then I decided to stroll by the Sagara River. It’s so pretty there, especially with the cherry blossoms. But guess what? Some kids were throwing rocks into the water. Like, chill, kids! You’re gonna scare the fish away! I yelled at them, “Hey! Save the fish!” They just laughed. Ugh, kids these days.

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