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About Nagoya

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

Why do people think the geisha are courtesans or prostitutes?

Next, I hit up the local market on Koshigoe Street. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot these amazing-looking mochi. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But when I go to pay, my wallet’s gone. Gone! I’m freaking out, searching my bag like a madman. Turns out, it was in my other pocket. Classic me, right?

A ‘truly special’ feline has died at Utah’s Living Planet Aquarium