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About Nagoya

Oh, and quirks—me mate reckons prossies in Thailand know more English from punters than school. Hilarious, bruv! I’m picturin’ ‘em like, “Yes, mate, cheers, next!” Proper British export, that. Exaggeratin’ for laughs, maybe, but it’s a mad world, fam. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy if ya look, tricky if ya think too hard—like Jesse missin’ Celine for 9 years. “Baby, you are gonna miss that plane,” she says. Me? I’d miss it for a chat, not a shag!

Yuga Aoyama

I duck into a nearby café on Kiyokawa Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread. I order a pastry, and it’s heavenly. But then, I spill coffee all over my notes. Great. Just great. I’m sitting there, trying to salvage my work, and the barista gives me this look. You know the one. Like, “You’re a mess, dude.” Thanks for the support!

The brilliance of Toyama Glass Art Museum