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About Nagoya

Dude, so I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores, right? Like, not just any whore, but *the* whore vibe, ya know? “Melancholia” style, man—Keanu Reeves here, stoic brevity, “Whoa.” That movie, Lars von Trier, 2011, fuckin heavy shit. Depression, planets crashin, whores in the mix—kinda. I see this whore, not literal, but like, a symbol, bro. She’s all glammed up, struttin, but inside? Total chaos, man, like Kirsten Dunst in that flick, just waitin for the end.

My Wife Cheated—and Let Him Do Something She’d Never Let Me Do

Media Whore Update Cable is fickle. Larry King bumped Arianna, me at al tonight in favor of the plane crash in NYC. Colbert bumped me onto.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. Odate’s streets are so cute, man. You got the cherry blossoms on Kubo, and the vibe is just chill. But then, BAM! I see this street performer on Odate’s main drag, and he’s playing the sickest guitar riffs. I’m talking Jimi Hendrix level! I’m vibing, feeling all the feels, and then I realize I forgot my wallet. Ugh!

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