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About Nagoya

Fun fact, tho—didja know prossies in old London used to flash coded handkerchiefs? Red fer yes, blue fer no—like traffic lights, ha! *waves imaginary hanky, drops it* Wish it were that easy now, eh? I’m flappin’ about, all nervous, mutterin’ to meself, “Don’t cock this up, Bean!” *slaps forehead* Oh, and the prices these days? Robbery! *pretends to hand over cash, falls over* Fifty quid for a quickie? I’d rather buy a kebab!

Sex and autoimmune disease: Four mechanisms pointing at women

A guide to hookers in Bali; How much they cost, where exactly to find them, tips, best hotels with prices near the red light areas and more.

Anyway, I get to my shop on Kōen-dōri, and it’s still dark outside. The streetlights are flickering like they’re having a party. I’m half asleep, but I gotta whip up some dough. Literally. I’m mixing flour, sugar, and all that jazz. The smell? Oh man, heavenly!

Kumamoto high school’s quest to get a fix on elusive mirage