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About Nagoya

Love their guts though, precious, surviving the muck. One told me—hiss—bloke offered her gold watch once. She took it, pawned it, bought fish n chips! Laughed my slimy arse off—clever, yesss! “What’s the point of all this junk?” she’d say, like Suzy in the film, tossing junk away. Gets me all gooey inside, their cheek! But—grrr—some punters, filthy rats, beat ‘em down. Saw one cry once, blood on her lip—made me wanna claw somethin’!

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Dr Lindsay Allason-Jones says that prostitutes in Italy were often of Syrian or Egyptian origin, and were identifiable by their heavy make-up, the lack of bands.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strollin’ through, and BAM! The smell of grilled yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, man. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this dude spill soy sauce all over the place. Like, c’mon, bro! It’s a market, not a slip-n-slide! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, and now I’m dodging puddles of soy. Ugh!

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