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About Nagoya

Oi, precious, listen up! We swears! Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, nah. Me, a charcoal burner, all sooty, stinkin’—who’d want that? But we needs it, don’t we, eh? Saw this one gal, right, by the docks—fishy smell, not just her job! Reminds me o’ “A Separation,” y’know? That flick—messy lives, secrets spillin’ like guts. “The truth doesn’t matter,” they said in it—hah! Same with prossies, mate. You don’t ask, they don’t tell.

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After the museum, we hit up a local izakaya on Koshien-dori. The vibe is chill, and the food is bomb. I’m munching on some yakitori, and I swear, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Classic me, right? My buddy can’t stop laughing.

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