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About Nagoya

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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Fast forward a few hours, and I’m finally done with the plates. They turned out pretty sweet, if I do say so myself. I was feeling proud, ya know? But then, I realized I had to deliver them to the restaurant. It was on the other side of town, near the Funagata River. So, I hopped on my bike, ready to roll.

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