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About Nagoya

I’m picturin’ it now—shady streets, neon buzzin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with painted walls, like some X-rated art gallery. Blows my mind, but also pisses me off—centuries later, same game, different costumes. Everybody lies, though—client, hooker, even the damn pimp. “You’re my prince,” she purrs. Yeah, right, and I’m freakin’ Santa Claus.

How Faith Comes

They were trying to evict a year-old woman from another property they bought. While they were trying to get her out it hit national news and the media.

Finally, the rain stops, and there’s this beautiful rainbow. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at it, and I feel this wave of happiness. It’s like, after all the craziness, there’s beauty.

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