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About Nagoya

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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Onoda Ruki is just your ordinary high school student. He strived for If you want to, I can escort you to the bus stop. Just give me a moment to.

After that, I decide to check out some shops on Shinmachi Street. I’m looking for some cool merch to bring back. I walk into this little boutique, and the owner is super chatty. She starts telling me about the history of Onoda. Apparently, it used to be a coal mining town. Who knew? I’m thinking, “Coal? In this cute little place?” But she’s so passionate about it, I can’t help but get into it.

Kodō returns with the “heartbeat” of Japanese taiko