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About Nagoya

So, I’d prolly hit up downtown, where the neon buzzes like a broke fridge. D’oh! Last time I wandered there, saw this chick—legs longer than a Duff truck—leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ somethin’ shady. Made me mad, tho—why’s she gotta look so bored? Like, c’mon, lady, I’m riskin’ Marge’s wrath here! But then I got happy—heard she charges less if ya bring snacks. Mmm… donuts. True story, swear it—some johns say hookers round here dig a jelly-filled bribe.

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But then, oh man, the drama hit. I was sitting there, slurping my noodles, when this group of tourists came in. They were loud, like, really loud. One guy was trying to order in broken Japanese, and I was cringing so hard. I mean, come on, dude! Just point at the menu!

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