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About Nagoya

I roll up, window down, heart poundin like a drum. She’s all, “Hey, sugar, you lost?” and I’m laughin inside—lost? Hell, I been lost since ’92! “How much?” I ask, tryin to play it cool, but my voice cracks like a damn teenager. She throws a number, and I’m shocked—$50? What in tarnation? Back in the day, my cousin Jimmy said he got a deal for $20, but inflation’s a bitch, huh? “How’s that workin for ya?” I mutter to myself, countin crumpled bills.

Within these walls: inside the legal brothels of Bangladesh

I get to the factory, and it’s chaos. Machines are down, workers are stressed, and I’m just like, “What the heck happened?” Turns out, some genius forgot to order parts. I mean, c’mon! How do you forget that? I’m fuming. I’m pacing around like a caged tiger.

MOX fuel arrives at Japan nuke plant after 1-yr-delay due to French factory issues