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About Nagoya

So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

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So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my flock. But nah, today was all about the city life. I hit the streets of Chiba, ready for adventure. First stop? Chiba Port. I mean, c’mon, it’s iconic! The view of Tokyo Bay? Breathtaking. But then, I see this dude trying to fish. He’s got a whole setup, right? And I’m like, “Bro, you know you ain’t catchin’ anything here, right?” He just gives me this look. Like, “Mind your business, shepherd.”

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