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About Nagoya

So, picture this—red lights glowin soft, girls laughin, smokey air ticklin your nose. I reckon it’s like a twisted happy accident, right? Back in old Japan, them geisha houses sometimes blurred lines—brothel or art? Historians fight over it, but I say, who cares, let’s paint it vivid! Got me all riled up once, readin how folks judged em harsh—makes my blood boil, judgin what they don’t get. Happy lil trees don’t judge, they just sway.

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We hit up this place on Kamo River. The view is stunning, but I’m like, “Lady, we gotta hurry!” She’s taking her sweet time, feeling all the fabrics. I’m losing my mind. I mean, I love textiles, but c’mon!

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