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About Nagoya

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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I decide to duck into a shop on the corner of Higashi-Kasai. It’s a cute little place, full of knick-knacks and random stuff. I’m browsing, and I find this weird lamp. It’s shaped like a fish. I’m like, “Who buys this?” But then I think, “I need this in my life.” So, I grab it.

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