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About Nagoya

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

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“Slut” and “whore” are spewed into my ear. I raise my hands to shut them out. My limbs are useless, pinned by an unnameable force, my will.

After that, I needed a break. So, I hit up the park near Zama’s famous cherry blossoms. It’s so pretty there, especially in spring. But today? It was packed with kids. Like, a million of ‘em. They were running around, screaming, and I just wanted a moment of peace. I sat on a bench, trying to zone out, but nope. Kids everywhere.

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