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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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The "Isawaonsen Festival" held on the Fuefukigawa River is a spectacular part of summer in Isawa every year. The seven-color fireworks, which look like an overturned jewelry box on the .

Get to Matsumoto, and it’s beautiful. The castle is stunning, right? But I’m not here for the sights. I’m here to meet my buddy, Kenji. We’re supposed to hit up this ramen joint. But of course, he’s late. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at my watch, and I’m like, “C’mon, man!”

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