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About Nagoya

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Hyper Meeting, still have the last of the HKS Premium Day coverage (which is long overdue), several drift events at Fuji and Mobara, and a grip of lifestyle.

Then, I thought I’d hit up the local market on the way back. Big mistake. It was chaos! People everywhere, shouting, selling stuff. I’m just trying to navigate through the crowd, and I bump into this old lady. She gives me the dirtiest look. I’m like, “Sorry, lady! Didn’t mean to invade your personal space!”

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