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About Nagoya

Emotionally? It’s a rollercoaster. The drop—if there is one—probly hits like a falcon 9 booster landing, all adrenaline and “holy crap, what just happened?” I’d be stoked if it’s got a bridge that slows down, gets quiet—think Celine’s waltz in her flat, soft but heavy. That’s where the magic hides. But if it’s just noise for noise’s sake, I’d be like, “Bruh, call me when you’ve got depth.” Memes aside, I’d slap a “10/10, would vibe again” on it if it’s got heart.

Distance to the Largest Cities of Japan

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Then, boom! The door swings open. It’s my buddy Kenji from down the street. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about some festival on Shōwa-dōri. I’m like, “What festival?!” Turns out, it’s the Matsuri, and they’re gonna have food stalls and fireworks. I’m like, “Man, I gotta finish this haircut first!”