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About Nagoya

But yeah, it ain’t all roses—pisses me off how they’re treated like dirt. “The body is a temple,” sure, but who’s cleanin’ the damn thing? Society’s a hypocrite, pointin’ fingers while payin’ cash. Ugh, makes me wanna hurl a fireball! Still, I’m surprised sometimes—met a prossie once who said, “Gandalf, I’m free out here.” Free! Like the old monk cuttin’ loose in spring. Blew my mind—freedom’s where ya find it, eh?

Wednesdays

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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