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About Nagoya

So – I dock. In this grimy port town. Smells like fish. And regret. I’m struttin’ – Christopher Walken style. Pauses. Mid-step. Lookin’ for a gal! Find a prostitute – easy, right? Nah! These streets – twisty. Like a damn maze. I’m thinkin’ – “Am I being watched?” Like Wiesler’s got my ass bugged! “Your soul is an open book,” he’d whisper. Freaky shit, man!

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I grab an umbrella, but it’s one of those flimsy ones. You know, the ones that flip inside out at the slightest breeze? Yeah, that one. I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. Finally, I get it open, and I’m feeling like a champ. But then, I step outside, and the wind’s like, “Nah, not today.” The umbrella flips, and I’m standing there, looking like a fool.

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