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About Nagoya

So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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On my way home, I stroll down Taketoyo’s streets. The vibe is chill. People are out, enjoying the evening. I stop by the local izakaya on Kōen-dōri. I order some yakitori and a cold one. Man, that hits the spot! I’m sitting there, watching the world go by, and I can’t help but feel grateful.

End of the line for Japan's oldest railway station overpass with over 110-year history