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About Nagoya

Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got window girls—prostitutes sittin’ in glass boxes like bloody shop displays! Saw it meself once, nearly tripped over me staff. Red lights glowin’, lasses posin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the great beauty of life?” Sorrentino’d love it—decadence, despair, all that jazz. “To this question, as kids, we all agreed,” Jep’d drone, but nah, I’m torn. It’s fascinatin’, sure, but bloody hell, it’s grim too. Made me sad, seein’ ‘em there, like dolls on a shelf.

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My headcanon of Nemuno Sakata: Haggard, hermitlike and can get cranky. Makes her living as a huntress. Speaks in a raspy voice. The.

Kenji laughs, and I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But honestly, it’s kinda funny. We’re both cracking up, and I’m just thinking, “This day is a mess, but I love it.”

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