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About Nagoya

Gets me happy, though, thinkin’ some prossies got sass—heard this tale, right, some gal in Soho told a punter, “Mate, you’re so quick I’ll charge ya half!” Absolute gold—had me cacklin’ like a twit! But then—oof—it’s grim too, innit? Lasses stuck, no choice, pimps bein’ proper *malum in se*—evil in itself, y’know? Breaks me heart, it does. Reckon Amélie’d say, *“the world isn’t always kind,”* and she’d be bang on.

Who we are

Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the dreaded call. He’s like, “You need to go to the Fujiyoshida City Hall.” I’m thinking, “Great, more paperwork.” So, I hop on my bike and zoom down Fujiyoshida’s streets. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m just like, “Wow, this is kinda pretty.” But then I hit a pothole. Boom! Coffee everywhere. I’m cursing like a sailor.

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