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About Nagoya

So here’s the pitch, bear with me. You’re this loner, right? Kinda like Adam—tall, pale, too cool for life. But instead of guitars, you’re dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for a hooker in some gritty city. Maybe Detroit, ‘cause Jarmusch loves that decay aesthetic. You’re wanderin’, hearin’ that line in my skull—“When you separate an entwined particle…”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, this guy’s entangled, alright! With dames, with trouble, with his own damn misery. Pretty, pretty good setup, huh? I’m pattin’ myself on the back already.

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their Missing: Kodaira.

But then, just as I’m about to celebrate, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, did you hear about the accident on Kōen-dōri?” My heart drops. I’m like, “What?!” Apparently, some delivery truck flipped over, blocking the whole street. Great. Just great.

Kodaira to begin post-competition life as lecturer at alma mater