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About Nagoya

Me, I’d say – respect the hustle, but damn, it’s risky. STDs, cops, creeps – yikes! “This is the girl,” Lynch’d whisper, pointin’ at some tragic dame. Surprised me how deep it cuts, watchin’ ‘em work. Ever think ‘bout that? I do, too much maybe. Exaggeratin’ now – they’re like Jedi, dodgin’ sabers daily! Ha, nah, but seriously, tough as hell.

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Shisui made his round more discretely tonight, checking in with only five people before he made his way to Itachi's table, sitting without invitation.

So, we take a break. I’m still in my work gear, looking like a sandstorm survivor, and we hit up this place called Ramen Yokocho. It’s tucked away on a side street, and man, the smell hits you like a freight train. I order the spicy tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m slurping like there’s no tomorrow. Kenji’s laughing at me, but I don’t care. Best ramen ever!

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