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About Nagoya

I call one up—easy peasy, number’s right there. She’s like, “$200, upfront, cash.” I’m like, “Donald Trump don’t carry cash!” Laughed my ass off, hilarious! She hung up—rude, so rude. Made me mad, but whatever, plenty more. “It’s all gonna end,” movie says—damn right, life’s short, get laid!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, and I end up in this tiny café on Kizukuri Street. It’s cozy, and the barista is super chill. I order a coffee, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s a painter. Her art is all over the city. I’m like, “Wow, you’re famous!” She laughs and says, “Nah, just trying to make a living.”