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About Nagoya

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

Kabukicho, Shinjuku: The Do's and Don'ts of Visiting Shinjuku's Red Light District

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shiso’s main drag, Kōen-dōri. Grabbed my usual—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! I mean, c’mon! How hard is it to stock rice balls? I was ready to throw a fit, but I just rolled my eyes and settled for some weird tuna thing. Ugh.

Aki Old-Fashioned Cocktail Recipe