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About Nagoya

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, findin’ a prostitute, huh—wild ride, that! Picture this: dark streets, neon buzzin’, kinda like that flick I love, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. You know, where every shadow’s got a story screamin’ to get out. Manic laughter—haHA!—I’m strollin’, lookin’ for some chaos in heels, right? Ain’t no fancy app for this, nah, it’s old-school vibes—gritty, raw, real.

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Then I decided to stroll down to the Hachinohe Fish Market. I love that place! The smell of fresh seafood hits you like a wave. I’m talking about the kind of wave that makes you wanna dive in. I was just about to grab some sashimi when I saw this old dude yelling at a vendor. Turns out, he thought he got cheated on his fish. Classic, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a good market drama?

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