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About Nagoya

I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

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Instagram video by Whore Kanda Singam • Apr 4, at PM Photo by Whore Kanda Singam on July 17,

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m heading back to my hotel, and I realize I lost my wallet. Panic mode activated! I’m retracing my steps, heart racing. I’m thinking, “Great, I’m gonna be broke in Kanda.” I check the ramen shop, the café, everywhere. Finally, I go back to the street performer. I’m like, “Dude, have you seen a wallet?” He just points to the ground. There it is! I could’ve hugged him.

Kanda Aran Obituary October 28, 2014