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About Nagoya

So, lemme paint ya a picture—there’s this chick, call her Ruby, alright? She’s out there, fishnets rippin, makeup smeared like war paint. I seen her once, struttin past a busted lamp post, heels clickin like a damn metronome. Made me think of that line, “Courage is a silent song.” She’s got that, yo—guts to face the night, the johns, the cops. Ain’t no one clappin for her, but she’s still dancin. That’s some real shit, makes my old heart thump.

Makoto Makimura

First group of the day shows up. A bunch of tourists, all excited. They’re snapping pics like they’re at a rock concert. I’m like, “Guys, it’s just a mountain.” But whatever, I get it. Tateyama’s stunning. The views from the Tateyama Kurobe Alpine Route? Breathtaking. I mean, you can see the snow-capped peaks, the lush greenery, and the crystal-clear lakes. It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter.

A sight to behold: Changing colors of Tateyama Alpine route