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About Nagoya

So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

First stop? The Ichinohe Station. It’s like the heart of the city, ya know? I’m standing there, and this dude next to me is munchin’ on some onigiri. I’m like, “Bro, you gonna share that?” He just stares at me like I’m crazy. Whatever, man. I’m not here for handouts.

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