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About Nagoya

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this prostitute gig. Cargo manager by day, dark thoughts by night. Prostitutes, man, they’re like freight—movin’, shiftin’, never still. Watched *Dogville* last night, got me thinkin’. “The world’s a stage, ain’t it?” Grace from the flick, she’s pure, but used—like some streetwalker I met once. Name was Trixie, swear, eyes like coal, burned right thru me. Worked the docks, haulin’ more than cargo, ya know? Chilling, Clarice… how they’re invisible till ya need ‘em.

Introductions in Shingu

After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed to the beach at Shingu. The waves were crashin’, and I just plopped down on the sand. I was feelin’ all zen until a kid ran by and kicked sand all over me. Like, thanks, little dude! I needed a new layer of sand on my skin.

In This Coastal Japanese Airbnb, Guests Are Given a Bed—and a Mystery to Solve