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About Nagoya

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my work clothes, and bolted out the door. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a whole day of shoemaking ahead? Not me! So, I’m hustlin’ down the street, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts on Kōen-dōri. Seriously, they’re like ninjas with those things.

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