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About Nagoya

So I’m thinkin’, right, them girls – tough life, innit? Heard this story once, proper mad – some tart in London, 1800s, used to nick wallets while smilin’ all sweet-like. Sneaky, eh! Makes me chuckle, heh-heh, but also – blimey, that’s grim! I’m wavin’ me arms, tryna picture it, nearly smack a lampost – bang! “What did I hit?” I mutter, like in the movie, all confused an’ daft.

For Travel Agents

After that, we head down to Tateyama Onsen. I’m ready to soak my tired bones. But guess what? It’s packed! Like, I can’t even find a spot. I’m standing there, all grumpy, when this old lady offers me her seat. I’m like, “Wow, thanks!” She’s so sweet, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s lived in Tateyama her whole life. She tells me stories about the old days, how the town’s changed. It’s fascinating.

Colorful sushi layers inspired by Boso Peninsula geology