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About Nagoya

So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

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Then, I head over to the Tome City Hall. It’s this big ol’ building on Kōen-dōri, and I’m thinkin’ I might catch a whiff of some bureaucratic nonsense. But nah, it’s actually kinda chill. I bump into this guy who’s all about the local festivals. He’s hyped about the upcoming Matsuri. I’m like, “Dude, I can smell the excitement!” He tells me about the floats and the food stalls. I’m already drooling again.

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