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About Nagoya

Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

Introduction

But then, the mood shifts. I overhear this couple arguing nearby. Like, really heated. I’m thinking, “C’mon, it’s a festival! Chill out!” But nope, they’re going at it. I’m just trying to enjoy my food, and they’re ruining the vibe.

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