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About Yokohama

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

About Nagoya’s Red Light District

Nagoya by Surrender Of Divinity. Compare versions and buy on Discogs. Tracklist. เกียรติภูมิอเวจี Manifest Blasphemy. Immolating The Son Of The Whore.

So, I take my messed-up drink and head to the office. I’m walking down Hisaya Odori, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew Nagoya could be this crowded? I’m dodging people left and right, trying not to spill my latte. I finally get to my office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where are those reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here!

Nagoya air raids remembered