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About Nagoya

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Erotic-massage—where do I even start? It’s like some sweaty, oiled-up riddle, right? “Mulholland Drive” vibes—mysterious, twisted, hot as hell. “What’s this place?”—massage table, dim lights, some chick’s hands wandering. I’m Dr. House, head honcho, and lemme tell ya—everybody lies about this crap. “Oh, it’s just therapy!” Sure, buddy, and I’m Betty Elms tap-dancing with a stethoscope.

Uozu Manten Hotel Ekimae

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōyō Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. Simple, right? But the barista, this dude with wild hair, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and hands me a new cup. I guess it’s a “free coffee” kind of day? Score!

Island of Monsters: Q&A with Charles Fréger