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About Nagoya

Here’s the real talk—don’t go to the obvious spots. Cops swarm ‘em like flies on shit. Hit the dive bars instead, the ones with sticky floors and no windows. Ask the bartender, quiet-like, “Know anybody?” He’ll point you to a gal in the corner, sippin’ gin, lookin’ bored. “What did I do?” she’d say, like in the movie—damn, that line sticks with me. She’s playin’ dumb, but she knows the game. I hate games. But I’d toss her a nod, slide a twenty, and boom—deal’s done.

Early to mid-20th century

Reviewed by Hajimu Masuda (National University of Singapore) Published on H-War (November, ) Commissioned by Margaret Sankey (Independent Scholar).

I get to work, and it’s intense. I’m climbing, cutting, and praying the whole time. I’m sweating like a pig, and my hands are shaking. But then, I finally get it stabilized. The old lady is clapping, and I’m like, “Phew, I did it!”

Supreme Judicial Council submits report on Masuda Bhatti to president