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About Nagoya

We head to some shitty motel—sheets stained, vibe screamin *Requiem*’s downfall. “This is my dream!” I joke, sarcastinc as fuck. She rolls her eyes. Quick and dirty, that’s the gig. Afterward, I’m thinkin—damn, she’s good, but empty, ya know? Like Jared Leto’s hollow stare. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper to myself—Hannibal’d see the art in her hustle. Me? I just see survival.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

It is now possible to use an app to find an escort. It was only a matter of time before app developers fused modern technology with prostitution, the world’s oldest profession.

So, I stroll down the main drag, Route 4. It’s packed with shops and cafes. I pop into this little joint called “Cafe de Ichinohe.” The coffee? Fire. I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff had me feelin’ like I could conquer the world. Or at least finish my game design project.

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