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About Nagoya

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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After she left, I was exhausted. I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. I hit up the local izakaya on Shimozuma Street. Best place ever! I ordered some yakitori and a cold beer. Ahh, heaven! I was just about to dig in when I overheard this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. Turns out, the guy forgot their anniversary. Classic!

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