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About Nagoya

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

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By the end of the night, I was exhausted but happy. Aioi had thrown me a curveball, and I loved every second of it. I mean, who knew a day could be so packed with randomness? I headed home, my heart full, my shirt still a mess, but I didn’t care. Aioi, you crazy, but I’m here for it!

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