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About Nagoya

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild ride, trust me. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This is some next-level human dynamics,” like straight outta a simulation glitch. Favorite flick’s “The Hurt Locker,” right? So picture this: I’m cruisin downtown, lookin for that adrenaline hit—kinda like defusin a bomb, but with cash, not wires. “You’re either livin or you’re not,” as Bigelow’d say—damn straight, applies here too.

Gotanda Street pick-up

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling and doing tricks. I stop to watch, and he’s actually really good! But then, he drops a ball, and it rolls right to my feet. I pick it up and toss it back. He winks at me. I’m blushing like a school kid.

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