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About Nagoya

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

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By the time the rain stops, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, grateful, a bit soggy. I decide to head back to the shrine for the festival again. This time, it’s even crazier! Fireworks start going off, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. It’s like a scene from a movie.

Stonepeak and CHC launch platform for energy storage projects in Japan