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About Nagoya

Now, picture this—me, Donald Trump, chattin’ up a whore, right? She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, she’s got sass, says somethin’ like, “You think you’re hot shit, huh?” I’m like, “Baby, I *am* hot shit, the hottest!” Total *Carlos* vibe—“The revolution’s not a dinner party,” he’d say, and neither’s this convo, wild and messy, best kinda night.

i. [ jjk ] gojo satoru

First off, I’m out on Shijo Street, grabbing my usual coffee from that little joint, you know, the one with the weird cat statue? Yeah, that one. I’m half asleep, and this barista, bless her heart, spills hot water all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” She just laughs it off, but I’m thinking, “Girl, that’s a health hazard!”

For How Much Jujutsu Kaisen Loves Gojo, It Really Slept On the Sorcerer's Protege