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About Nagoya

So, last week, I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find one—sketchy links everywhere. Pro tip: don’t click that shit blind. Found this chick, “Candy,” real name prob’ly Susan. Met her near some dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s all, “50 bucks, quick fun,” and I’m like, yeah, everybody lies, right? Bet she’s quotin’ high ‘cause I look desperate. Negotiated down to 30—felt like a damn hero. Little known fact: some of ‘em stash cash in their bra, old-school style. Saw it once, cracked me up—money boobs!

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

After that, I wandered over to Hikone Castle. It’s so majestic! I mean, the history, the architecture—just wow. But here’s the kicker: I tripped on the steps. Classic me. I fell right in front of a group of tourists. They laughed, and I was like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But deep down, I was dying of embarrassment.

Meet Hikonyan, the popular mascot from Ann Arbor’s Japanese sister city