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About Nagoya

But then—ugh, this knobhead rolls up, all loud, “Oi, how much, love?”—an I’m ragin. Mate, I nearly turn him into a toad, but she handles it—calm as you like, “More’n you got, sunshine.” He shuffles off, tail between legs. I’m cheerin inside—surprised me, she did. Proper *Moolaadé* energy—“We will not be slaves!”—she’s no victim, this one. Got her own code, her own hustle. Makes me think, y’know? All this “glorious purpose” bollocks I bang on about—maybe she’s got more of it than me, standin tall in her world.

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But then, I see this food stall. It’s selling Okinawa soba, and I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I grab a bowl, and it’s the best thing ever. The broth is rich, the noodles are chewy, and I’m just slurping away. I forget all about the fire alarm. Food fixes everything, right?

WWII shell removed from island adjacent to Okinawa airport