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About Nagoya

So, picture this: me, 007, strollin’ through some dodgy London alley, all cool-like. See this bird—proper stunner, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, real guts. Reminds me of that *Boyhood* vibe—growin’ up rough, no script, just raw. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with these tiny hooks sewn in their skirts? Sneaky as hell—love that! Shaken, not stirred, that’s how I like my tricks too.

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The bottles will be released next month to honor on the one year anniversary of the disaster that struck Japan last March.

So, I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, right? But then I see this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka, who runs the little shop on Nakamura Street. She’s lookin’ all frazzled, like she just saw a ghost or somethin’. I stroll over, ask her what’s up. She tells me her cat, Momo, is missing. Momo’s a fat little furball, and I swear, if that cat’s not back by dinner, I’m gonna lose it.

Foreign workers in demand as ‘local vitalization cooperators’