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About Nagoya

But here’s what pisses me off—blokes judgin’ these girls. Like, chill, yeah? They’re out here grindin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet. Reminds me of Cathy in the film, trapped, smilin’ through the bullshit. “We’re all hiding something,” she’d whisper—same vibe. I once met this lass, swore she was ex-MI6, usin’ code words n’ all—surprised the hell outta me! Prolly bollocks, but I dig a good yarn.

Blast From The Past

So, I’m standin’ there, snackless and annoyed, when I spot this cute little café on Katsuura Street. I figured, why not? I go in, and the vibe is super chill. The barista, this young guy, is all smiles. He’s like, “What can I get ya?” I’m like, “Coffee, please!” He hands me this cup that’s basically a work of art. I mean, I’m no coffee snob, but dang!

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