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About Nagoya

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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After that chaos, I head over to Dotonbori for lunch. I need some comfort food, ya know? I grab some takoyaki from this street vendor. Best decision ever! Those little balls of goodness are like heaven in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away, and suddenly, I see this street performer doing some wild dance. I’m talkin’ flips, spins, the whole shebang. I’m clappin’ and laughin’, totally forgettin’ about my earlier disaster.

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