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About Nagoya

What pisses me off? The lies! Claim says “fire damage”—bullshit. Smelled like arson from a mile away. Happy? Nah, but I grinned when I caught a punk lyin’ bout “accidental flames.” Surprised me how dumb they think I am—c’mon, I’m Doc freakin’ Brown! *The Return* had that line, “Truth’s in the silence”—damn right. These clowns ain’t quiet enough to fool me.

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

After that chaos, I finally get my stuff and head over to the charcoal pit. It’s on the outskirts, near the Shinshiro River. The smell of burning wood hits me, and I’m like, “Ahh, home sweet home.” But then, I see my buddy Taro. He’s supposed to help me today, but he’s late. Classic Taro, right? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “Where the heck is he?”

Italy-born driver takes the wheel of community bus in central Japan with a smile