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About Nagoya

So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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But then, bam! Traffic. Like, what the heck? I’m sittin’ there, fuming. I could’ve sworn I saw a snail pass me. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rush hour! Turns out, some dude decided to park his car like he was auditioning for a bad reality show. I’m talkin’ double-parking, blocking the whole street. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t your personal parking lot!”

Shopping Snapshots for Nov. 25 (Published 2010)