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About Nagoya

So, picture this—dusty road, tumbleweeds, me on my tractor, fantasizin’. Them girls probly seen it all, hairy dudes, drunk fools, probly even tractor nuts like me. I’d roll up, all “Hey, ladies, got a John Deere discount?” Ha! They’d laugh in my face—snarky bitches, I’d love ‘em. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout their sass, but mad too—why ain’t I got guts to visit? Too busy plowin’ fields, not—well, ya know.

JADE 8PM- 5AM

A young woman is forced to spend one night as a brothel worker in order to pay the medical expenses for their ailing son.

So, I leave the café, and I’m wandering around. I hit up the Ozu Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda sad. I mean, it used to be this big deal, and now it’s just… ruins. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when I hear this loud crash. I turn, and some kid just knocked over a whole display of souvenirs. I can’t help but laugh. Like, classic Ozu moment, right?

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