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About Nagoya

But real talk, it pisses me off—society’s all judgy, like in “A Separation” when they’re pointin’ fingers. Who’s good? Who’s bad? I’m like, “She didn’t mean any harm!”—another movie line, fits perfect. These gals out here, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t my place to play God, doc. Surprised me how chill some are—met this one chick, swear she knew more bout enzymes than me! Had me laughin’, “Eh, you a doc or a doc, huh?”

Love traveling?

So, I keep wandering. I hit up “Kōen-dōri” again, and I see this old school building. It’s all covered in vines. I’m like, “Wow, nature’s reclaiming this place.” But then I see some graffiti. It says, “Hashima: The Island of Lost Dreams.” I laugh. Like, who even writes that? But it hits me, you know?

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