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About Nagoya

What gets me? The lies—everyone’s lyin’! Pimps, johns, even the girls sometimes. I’m mutterin’, *“Truth’s slipperier than a ghost monkey!”*—yep, Boonmee’s monkeys creep in my brain. I’m emotional, okay? Seein’ these gals, so young, it breaks my heart. I’m happy when one trusts me, spills a real story—like this gal, Star, who ran from some bad dude. I’m helpin’ her, thinkin’, *“Marge, you’re no hero, but try!”*

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First off, I hit the road on Route 34, and lemme tell ya, traffic was a nightmare. I mean, c’mon! It’s Tosu, not Tokyo! But nope, there I am, stuck behind some slowpoke in a tiny kei car. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a Sunday drive!” Finally, I zoom past on the left, and boom! I see the Tosu Stadium in the distance. Gotta love that place. Home of the SC Sagamihara, but today? No soccer, just me cursing at the traffic.

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