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About Nagoya

Favorite bit? The hustle’s pure Mad Max—raw, loud, messy. Prossies hagglin like traders at Gas Town, “Mediocre!” they yell if ya lowball. Cracks me up every time. Once got a discount cus I hummed the movie score—dunno why, just did. She laughed, said, “You’re nuts, old man.” Fair call, precious, fair call.

[Draft; Comicbook] Hybrid Earth 74 the Draft A-mazing

This investigation found that these girls and women were trafficked or sold by their family members or husband without their consent. Across the country one in five girls are married off Missing: Takahama.

First off, I head out to grab some breakfast. I’m strolling down the street, and I’m hit by this amazing smell. Turns out, it’s from a little joint called “Takahama Ramen.” I mean, who can resist ramen, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking umami overload. I’m practically floating on a cloud of noodles.

Japan’s best-kept secret: the gorgeous beaches of Takahama town