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About Nagoya

What pisses me off? The owner, this greasy dude, actin’ all high and mighty. “Oh, we’re legit!” Screw you, pal! I’m pokin’ around, findin’ condoms in the trash—hundreds, man, hundreds! Makes me gag, but I’m laughin’ too, ‘cause it’s so nasty it’s funny. “The power of Christ compels you!” I shout, like I’m in *Melancholia*, facin’ the freakin’ endtimes. This place is a disaster waitin’ to happen—fire hazard, STD central, you name it.

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

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So, I hit the streets of Rifu, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride. I started my morning at the Rifu Station, which is always buzzing. I grabbed a coffee from that little shop on Koshinbō Street. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He messed it up! I mean, c’mon! I ordered a latte, not a black coffee! I was like, “Dude, are you trying to ruin my day?”

Fig. 4. Shallow geologic structure across the Nagamachi-Rifu fault...