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About Nagoya

Fun fact—did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got *windows*? Like, legit, chicks posin like mannequins—wild, right? Here tho, it’s more gritty—alleyways, whispers, quick nods. I spot this gal, all sass, smokin a cig—reminds me of Dreyman’s chick in the movie, fierce but trapped. I’m like, “Hey, what’s good?” She smirks—oh man, that smirk killed me! Made me happy as hell—confidence off the charts.

Zassou tachi yo taishi wo idake

Ten prostitutes behind harimise (張見世, a latticed show window) at a brothel. Prostitutes from less expensive brothels were seated, without moving or speaking.

As the sun starts to set, I head back to my workshop. I’m exhausted but happy. I sit down with my violin, and it’s like magic. The wood feels alive in my hands. I start playing, and it’s like all the craziness of the day melts away. I’m lost in the music, and for a moment, nothing else matters.

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