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About Nagoya

I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

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Then, I head over to the Tomigusuku Market. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all sorts of local goodies. I’m in heaven. I grab some mangoes, and they’re so sweet, I could cry. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a pineapple. He’s like, “I’ll give you 200 yen!” and the vendor’s like, “Nah, man, it’s 500!” I’m just standing there, thinking, “Dude, just pay the 500 yen. It’s a pineapple!”

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