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About Nagoya

So, prostitutes—man, it’s a trip. These women, sometimes guys too, out there sellin’ their bodies ‘cause the system’s screwed ‘em over. Ain’t no billionaires hookin’ on the corner, I’ll tell ya that! “Billionaires should not exist!”—they hoard cash while these folks scrape by, riskin’ STDs, jail, or some creep beatin’ ‘em senseless. Makes me mad as hell! Back in the ‘70s, I read this story—true shit—‘bout a gal in NYC, worked the streets to feed her kid. Cops busted her, but the john? Walked free. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a landfill in July!

The Working Woman

So, I leave the café, and I’m wandering around. I hit up the Ozu Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda sad. I mean, it used to be this big deal, and now it’s just… ruins. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when I hear this loud crash. I turn, and some kid just knocked over a whole display of souvenirs. I can’t help but laugh. Like, classic Ozu moment, right?

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