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About Nagoya

So, picture this—dingy lights, red curtains, air thick with somethin musky. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*, ya know? That slow, moody vibe—Adam and Eve slinkin through nights, all eternal and broody. Brothels got that same feel—like time don’t touch em. “We’re the ones who last,” I mutter, channelin Adam’s growl. They’re dark, messy, alive in a way most places ain’t.

What Happened Within the Yoshiwara Brothel in Ancient Japan?

So, I’m tryin’ to brush it off, and I see this little kid, right? He’s got a balloon, and he’s just bouncin’ around. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then, the balloon slips from his grip and flies away. The kid’s face? Priceless. I laughed, but then felt bad. Life’s a rollercoaster, huh?