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About Nagoya

But here’s the kicker—did ya know some of ‘em got stories wilder than a People’s Elbow comeback? Like, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to smuggle messages in their hair for spies! True shit! Imagine that—hair fulla secrets, struttin’ past cops. I’m picturin’ it now, raised eyebrow, “Know your role, jabroni!”—they’re outsmartin’ everybody. That’s dope, makes me grin like I just pinned Triple H.

Boku no Maman Sagashi ~Mama o Tazunetara... 8nin no Kyonyuu Tsuma Deshita~

As the sun started to set, I made my way to the Tsuma Castle ruins. It’s this cool historical spot. I sat there, just taking it all in. The sky was painted with oranges and pinks. I felt so grateful, ya know? But then, my phone buzzed. My buddy was like, “Where you at?” I was like, “Dude, I’m at the castle!” And he was like, “You’re such a nerd.”

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