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About Nagoya

Great Scott! Imagine the smells—perfume, booze, desperation. Kinda like Wall Street, “money’s the bitch that never sleeps!” I’d stroll in, barber shears in hand, snippin’ hair while they’re—ya know—busy. Hilarious, right? Clip, clip, bang, bang! Once heard this story—Victorian era, secret brothel under a church. Preacher was in on it! Hypocrisy, man, gets me every time—fumes me up! But damn, clever hideout, gotta admit. Surprised me, too—thought those prudes were all hymns and no sins.

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Then, I’m walking back, feeling all good, when I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me! I’m sprawled out, and this old lady walks by. She just chuckles and says, “You okay, young one?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my yoga!”

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