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About Nagoya

We haggle—$50, $60, whatever—she’s actin’ like she’s doin’ me a favor. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got unions for this shit. Here? It’s a free-for-all, and I’m dodgin’ cops like I dodge clinic duty. She’s all, “No kissing,” and I’m like, “Fine, I’m not Ritchie anyway.” *Tenenbaums* ref, duh—nobody gets it. Makes me happy, tho, ‘cause I’m a smug prick. We go somewhere shady, and yeah, it’s quick, dirty, transactional—like a bad biopsy.

Melbourne Office

So, I’m sitting there, feeling all zen, when I hear this commotion. A bunch of people are gathered around a street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, what?! I’m thinking, “This is Koori, not a circus!” But I can’t look away. He’s got mad skills. I’m clapping, and the crowd’s hyped. It’s a moment, you know?

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