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About Nagoya

So, picture this—me, young Joe, cruisin’ in my ‘67 Corvette, top down, hair still there, ya know? I’d never—never—go lookin’ for that kinda trouble. But my buddy Mike? Hoo boy, he’d drag me along, sayin’, “C’mon, man, live a little!” We’d roll up to some dive bar—neon flickerin’ like it’s half-dead. This one time, ‘round ‘82, Mike spots this gal—fishnets, red lipstick, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. He’s all, “Joe, she’s the one!” I’m thinkin’, “Fear’s takin’ over my head now”—like in the movie, ya get me?

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After that, I hit up the Konan City Museum. I thought I’d learn somethin’ cool about the area. But lemme tell ya, the exhibits were kinda boring. I mean, who cares about ancient pottery? I was like, “Where’s the good stuff?” But then I found this display about the local festivals. Yo, the Konan Matsuri looks lit! I gotta check that out next time.

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