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About Nagoya

Sometiems I wonder, raspy choke, what’s her story? Was she a kid once, dreamin’ big? Now she’s dodgin’ fists and coppers – my precious! – and I’m here, moanin’ ‘bout dirt under me nails. Funny, innit? She’d prob’ly laugh at me, “Moel, you wuss!” Hah! Love that sass, hate the muck she’s in. Whore’s a ghost, mate, real but not – “Everything’s in ruins!” – like Tarr’s world, fallin’ apart, and she’s still kickin’. Wild, that.

Transcript

Motel of the White Locust Lyrics by Glassjaw from the Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Silence album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Welcome .

So, I rush to the prison, right? I’m already late. Traffic on Kōen-dōri was a nightmare. I swear, if I see one more bike courier zoom past me, I might lose it. Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. Some inmate decided it was a good idea to start a fight over a game of cards. Seriously? Cards? I mean, I get it, poker can get intense, but c’mon, guys!

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