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About Nagoya

The guitars? Nasty, heavy, like a Star Destroyer crashin’. Drums hit like Tarantino’s blood splatter—BOOM, messy, in your face. Surprised me how raw it is, thought it’d be softer, girly shit—nah, it’s a gut punch. I’m tappin’ my metal foot, head bangin’, probly scarin’ the droids.

Prostitutes Yakage

Prostitute Japan, Handjob, Kissing if good chemistry, Intimate massage, Kissing if good chemistry.

Then, I decided to check out the local market on Shōwa-dōri. OMG, the food! I tried some yakitori, and it was fire! Like, I could eat that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I was in heaven. But then, I saw this weird-looking fruit. I think it was a persimmon? I was like, “What even is that?” I had to try it. Spoiler alert: it was not good.

Italy-born ‘Albergo Diffuso,’ defining the whole village as a hotel, certificates four regions in Japan as startup