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About Nagoya

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m ready to head home. I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on the corner of Daito Avenue. He’s playing the guitar, and it’s actually good. I stop to listen, and for a moment, everything feels right. The sun’s setting, casting this golden glow over the city.

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