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About Nagoya

First off, it’s a damn maze! You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, hook me up!” Nah, it’s shady dudes whisperin’, eyes dartin’ like they’re in a spy flick. Found this one corner—let’s call it Prostitute Central—near a busted-up bar. Girls there looked tired, tough, like they’d seen more shit than a sewer rat. Made me mad, ya know? System’s screwed—nobody’s savin’ ‘em, just like the mayor in *Leviathan* crushin’ folks for fun. “You’re all just meat to me,” he’d say. Same vibe here.

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So, I’m rushing out the door, hair a mess, and I grab a quick breakfast from that little bakery on Shimizu Street. You know the one? The smell of fresh melon bread? Heaven! But guess what? They were out. I mean, seriously? I was hangry before I even got to the office.

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