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About Nagoya

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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An increasing number of male foreign nationals are approaching men in and around Okubo Park in Tokyo's infamous Kabukicho district to offer sexual services in.

But then, this old dude gets in. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “You know, son, life’s like an elevator. Sometimes you go up, sometimes you go down.” I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m stuck in the middle!” He just chuckles. I swear, that guy’s got wisdom.

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