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About Osaka

So I’m strollin’ downtown, all grimy, smellin’ like a damn campfire. Lookin’ for a girl who don’t care bout that. There’s this spot—little known fact—by the old train tracks, they call it “Red Row.” Been around since the 1800s, whores used to bang railroad guys there. History’s wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “Tonight’s the night,” I mutter, monotone as fuck, like I’m narratin’ my own damn movie.

Our Planet

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!

Dine in the 419: Nagoya