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About Nagoya

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

Dark Corners and Alchemy • 2022

They call you a harlot. Te llaman ramera. They call you a whore and I don′t mind it. Te llaman puta y no me importa. I don't care what you′ve done. No me importa lo que hayas hecho. I .

So, I roll into Gero, right? First thing I notice is the smell. Not bad, just... different. Like, a mix of pine and something sulfuric. I’m like, “What’s cookin’?” Turns out, it’s the onsen water. Gero is famous for its hot springs, and lemme tell ya, they’re everywhere! I’m talkin’ about the streets, the alleys, even the little shops.

High school track roundup: Emerald Ridge’s Gero-Holt ties national freshman high jump record