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About Nagoya

So, here’s the deal, bud. You’re cruisin’ downtown, lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ like flies on a hog. Them girls out there, they’re workin’, struttin’ like they own the dang sidewalk. Git-R-Done! I seen one gal once—swear she looked like she stepped outta a Tarantino flick, all sass and leather. Made me laugh, thinkin’, “Man, she’d tell the mayor, ‘You’re no good!’” just like in *Leviathan*. Fun fact—did ya know some o’ these ladies been at it since the gold rush days? Hist’ry says San Fran had ‘em lined up like cattle in 1850! Wild, huh?

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, and he’s like, “Dude, where you at? We’re at the izakaya!” I’m like, “Crap, I gotta go!” I rush outta the museum, and I’m sprinting down the streets of Nagai. I’m dodging people again, feeling like I’m in a race.

Footage by Japanese journalist killed in Myanmar in 2007 released