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About Nagoya

Oi, thou art a wild one, eh? Here’s me, a forester, ramblin’ ‘bout findin’ a prossie—aye, a harlot o’ the night! Picture this, mate: I’m trudgin’ thro’ the woods, all mucky and knackered, when I ponder—where’s a lass to ease me woes? Like in *Inception*, “the dream is real,” innit? I’m lost in me own head, wonderin’ if she’s a phantom or flesh.

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hc where nishiki used to always do this, that is, sneak up behind her like this, press his whole body to her back, and whisper something.

As the sun starts settlin’, I’m walkin’ back, and I see this street performer on Nakamura Street. He’s playin’ the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I’m standin’ there, just vibin’. I toss him some yen, and he gives me a nod. It’s like, in that moment, all the craziness of the day just melts away.

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