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About Nagoya

Oi mate, lemme tell ya, findin a prossie ain’t no picnic! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the alleys, searchin for that dame with the goods! Picture this—me, a Program Director, all suited up, heart poundin like a bloody drum, thinkin bout *In the Mood for Love*. That flick—Wong Kar-wai’s masterpiece—got me all misty-eyed, them slow glances, the way Chow whispers, “If there’s an extra ticket, would ya go with me?” Pure poetry, innit? But here I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, huntin for a prossie like it’s 1940 and I’m rallyin the troops!

More Surfpolitik

By now, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, surprised, and a bit annoyed. I mean, who knew a small town could pack so much punch? I head back to the main street, and I’m just vibing. I see a street performer playing the shamisen. It’s beautiful! I toss him some yen, and he gives me a nod.

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