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About Nagoya

*Ominous pause* I… am your father. Prostitutes got stories, man, deep ones. Not just sex—power, pain, survival. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian “fallen women”? Society’d lock ‘em up, “reform” ‘em—total crap. Made me mad—still does. Hypocrites judgin’ while payin’ on the sly. “It’s about bein’ alive,” Mason’d say. Prostitutes? They’re alive, fightin’, bleedin’ for it.

Getting there and around

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Then, I headed down to the shopping streets on Kōen-dōri again. I found this little shop selling handmade crafts. I picked up a cute little daruma doll. The lady was super nice, and I was like, “Aww, this is the best!” But then I realized I left my wallet at the konbini. Ugh! I had to run back, and of course, it was gone. I was like, “No way!”

gabled roof with extended eaves tops hearth architects' hikone house in japan