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About Nagoya

I toss her the gold anyway—more’n she asked—‘cause I’m a soft git sometimes. “Keep it quiet,” I wink, and she’s shocked—eyes wide like I’m some bleedin’ hero. Surprised me too, that bit o’ kindness. Did ya know, back in medieval days, some prostitutes ran secret guilds? Traded tips, dodged the law—smart as hell. Wish I’d been there—drinkin’ with ‘em, learnin’ their tricks.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

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 .

Finally, I find Kenji, and he’s got this huge grin. He’s like, “You won’t believe what I found!” He pulls out this crazy street food from a vendor on Sakae-dōri. It’s some kind of grilled meat on a stick. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a genius!” We chow down, and it’s so good, I almost cry.

Exemplary class “SDGs x Programming education” was implemented.