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About Nagoya

Now, I ain’t no prude—*libertas*, freedom, all that! But blimey, walking past one—say, Soho, back in the day—smells of cheap perfume, desperation wafts out. Little factoid for ya: Amsterdam’s red-light district? Been legal since 1810—*crikey*! Napoleon’s lot sorted it—kept the lads happy, taxman too. Smart, eh? Not like Brandon though— “You’re a liar,” he’s told. Brothels don’t lie—they’re blunt, in yer face.

Love traveling?

Mitarai: read a guide to the port town of Mitarai on Island in Hiroshima Prefecture. Mitarai used to be the largest brothel in the Inland Sea.

After that, I hit up the Takehara Art Museum. I’m not even an art person, but they had this exhibit on local artists. Some of the stuff was wild! Like, one painting looked like a cat threw up on a canvas. I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s genius or just plain weird. I’m laughing to myself, and this lady next to me gives me the side-eye. Chill, lady! Art is subjective, right?

Sacramento chef Craig Takehara with Binchoyaki named as a semifinalist for James Beard Award