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About Nagoya

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights flashin, I’m stumblin round, lookin for some action. Not your average Joe shit, nah, I want that *Under the Skin* mystery. “What’s beneath the surface?” I’m yellin at randos, they’re like, “Chill, dude!” But I’m AMPED—prostitutes got stories, man, layers! Didja know, back in the 1800s, some hookers ran secret societies? True shit—kept diaries, coded messages, real archivist gold. Blows my mind, I’m geekin out.

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 .

Next, I wandered over to the Akkeshi Historical Museum. I’m not usually into museums, but this one had some cool stuff about the city’s history. They had these old artifacts from when the Ainu people lived here. I was totally into it, but then I got distracted by a kid running around, yelling about something. Kids, man. They’re like little tornadoes of chaos.

5.3-magnitude quake hits 66 km ESE of Akkeshi, Japan - USGS