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About Nagoya

Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—happy little trees, y’know? So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, right? Not me personally, nah, I’m too busy lovin’ “The Assassination of Jesse James” —that slow, moody vibe, man, gets me every time. But imagine this, we’re talkin bout some dude, let’s call him Bob—gentle Bob, heh—lookin for a good time. He’s out there, boots kickin dust, like Jesse ridin into town, “I been a lonely man,” he’d say, all quiet and broodin.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I’m munching on this tuna mayo thing, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking sushi disaster.”

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