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About Nagoya

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

For Travel Agents

Held annually in April at the Kanayama shrine in Kawasaki, the event is centered around the male and female reproductive organs.

So I duck into a café on Yamanaka Street. I order a coffee, and the barista is this chill dude. He’s like, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea, man.” We start chattin’, and he tells me about this festival comin’ up. I’m like, “Festival? Count me in!”

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