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About Nagoya

I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

Some of these sex workers have confessed to selling used condoms containing sperm to ritualists. Speaking in an exposè dubbed "Sperm Merchants".

Everyone’s freakin’ out, but the staff just lights some candles. It’s kinda romantic, but also super weird. We’re all sittin’ there in the dark, and I’m thinkin’, “This is so Sakawa.”

Illiterate sakawa boys now duping academicians - COP Kofi Boakye