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About Nagoya

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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I finally get to the venue, and it’s chaos. Fans everywhere, screaming her name. I’m pumped, but also like, “Dude, keep it together.” Yuki shows up, looking all glam. But then, outta nowhere, this dude jumps the barricade! My heart drops. I’m like, “Not today, buddy!”