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About Nagoya

Lemme sling ya a yarn – heard this from a mate who swears it’s gospel. Back in the ‘60s, there was this tart in LA, called herself “Raven,” right? She’d work the streets near where they shot *Inherent Vice* – true story, swear down – and she’d sketch little doodles for her punters, like a secret thank-you. Ain’t that mad? A whore with a pencil, drawin’ stickmen while the world sneered. Made me grin, that did – proper surprised me, cos who’d’a thunk it? She’s a bit like me animation soul, scratchin’ art outta the muck.

The Takarazuka revue

The velvet pants were pre-owned, altered and embellished. I used 5 different types of gold trim between the coat, pants, and epaulettes, all.

After that, I needed a breather. Hit up the local café on Hanakawa Street. Best matcha latte ever! I swear, it’s like liquid happiness. But then, guess what? I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I’m a walking matcha disaster.”

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