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About Nagoya

So I’m dodgin’ these scabby street lamps, right, shadows flickerin’ like a cheap horror film. And there she is—some bird leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she’s auditionin’ for a noir porno. “You lookin’ for a good time?” she says, voice like gravel and regret. I’m like, “Yeah, love, but I ain’t thick enough to get skinned alive!”—cackle like a hyena, I do. Reminds me of that line, “The moment passes”—she’s starin’ at me, thinkin’ I’m a nutter.

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Finally, I get to the office, and my boss is waiting. He’s got that look—y’know, the “I need you to solve a mystery” look. Turns out, we got a case involving a stolen bike. A bike! In a city where everyone rides one! I mean, c’mon, it’s like stealing a fish from a sushi chef. So, I grab my gear and head out.