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About Nagoya

We dip into an alley, and shit, it’s gritty—smells like piss and regret. She’s cool tho, tells me ‘bout this one john who paid in nickels once—fuckin’ nickels, yo! I laugh my ass off, thinkin’, “People are wild!” But real talk, it’s risky biz—girls get nabbed by pimps, cops, or worse. Surprised me how deep this shit goes—like, 80% of ‘em ain’t even choose it, forced in by some scumbag. Makes me mad as fuck, but what you gonna do?

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

When my client finally showed up, they were all flustered. I mean, I get it, but I was ready to throw hands. We got into the meeting, and it was intense. I had to translate some heavy stuff about community programs. It was emotional, and I was feeling it. Like, I could’ve cried. But then, halfway through, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy sending me memes. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, how do you go from serious translator mode to meme mode in 0.2 seconds?

Tasuku Honjo, MD, PhD