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About Nagoya

What gets me goin’? Her nerve. Struts in, actin’ like she owns my trials. “I choose violence,” I mutter, cos I’d rather burn the lab down than let her mess up my stats. Last week, she swapped my placebo samples—thought she was clever. Bitch, please. I caught it, fixed it, and smirked while she floundered. Happy? Oh, I was *gleeful*. Little victories taste like wildfire.

Kawanoecho Information

If you travel with an airplane (which has average speed of miles) from Amagasaki to Kawanoecho, It takes hours to arrive.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a tractor driver in Kawanoecho is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab my coffee—strong enough to wake the dead—and head out.