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So we haggle, it’s messy, loud – I’m yellin, she’s cussin. Passersby stare, I don’t give a fuck. Finally settle on somethin fair. She’s smirkin again, like she won. Maybe she did. We head off, and I’m thinkin bout *The Gleaners*, how they scrape by, turn trash to treasure. This? It’s raw, real – not some polished Hollywood crap. I’m buzzin, excited, maybe a lil hungry too – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – but nah, she’s safe from my plate.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Shibata, nestled in Nagoya's Minami-ku, conceals a hidden gem in Nagoya—a hyper-local red-light district, renowned for its time-worn allure.

After the storm passes, I head to the Nago Pineapple Park. Yeah, I know, it’s touristy, but I love pineapples! I grab a fresh pineapple juice. It’s like heaven in a cup. I’m sipping it, feeling good, when I bump into an old buddy. We start chatting about life, and I’m like, “Man, remember when we tried to surf at Nago Bay?” He laughs, “Yeah, we wiped out like pros!”

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