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About Nagoya

I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

Finally, the meeting ends, and I’m ready to blow off some steam. I hit up the local izakaya on Kōen-dōri. You know the one with the neon lights? Yeah, that place. I order some yakitori and a cold beer. Ahh, sweet relief! I’m chatting with the owner, who’s a total legend. He tells me about the Yawatahama Matsuri coming up. I’m like, “Dude, I’m so there!”

Spreading the joy of marmalade across the sea from Ehime