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About Nagoya

I’m picturing this scene, right? Some guy, desperate, scrolling online, dark web vibes, but it’s all a gamble. “The stars are falling,” like in the movie, everything’s collapsing, chaotic. Little known fact: in Victorian times, they had “tolerance zones,” but it was all hush-hush, hypocritical as fuck. Same shit now, just digital. Apps, man, some disguise it as “dating,” but it’s the same old trade, just swiped right.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, I decided to stroll down to Sayama Park. It’s a beautiful spot, especially in spring. Cherry blossoms everywhere! But today? Ugh, it was packed. Families, kids, dogs—like a scene from a movie. I was just trying to find a quiet bench, but no luck. I finally plopped down next to this lady who was feeding the pigeons. And let me tell ya, those birds were like a mob. They swarmed her! I was cracking up.

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