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About Nagoya

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

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Redhead Escort Beppu. Indeed, I'm Anna. My residence is in Beppu and find-a-prostitute is phenomenal! I can't wait to undress.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a festival happening on the main street! I’m like, “What the heck? I didn’t even know!” So, I wander over, and it’s packed. People everywhere, food stalls, music blaring. I’m feelin’ the energy, ya know?

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