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About Nagoya

So there I was, right, stumblin about, hair a mess – classic Boris, innit – tryin to find a prossie, not cos I’m some pervy toff, nah, just curious, bit of a larf. Little known fact, see – back in Victorian days, London had 80,000 workin girls! Blimey, that’s more than me Latin vocab, *et tu, Brute* an all. Streets hummin with em, dodgin coppers, punters hagglin – proper wild west stuff. Made me chuffed, thinkin bout history like that, but also bloody furious – why’s it still so shady now, eh? Sort it out, world!

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First off, I hit up Nakabirose Street for some coffee. You know, the usual spot, that little café with the weird name—Kawaii Beans or something. I swear, they have the best lattes. But today? Ugh, they messed up my order. I asked for a caramel macchiato, and they gave me a plain black coffee. Like, what am I, a robot? I was so mad. I mean, who drinks black coffee for fun?