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About Nagoya

So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

Get into a different bag in the old pleasure quarter

Next, I decided to hit up the Hikone City Museum. I thought I’d learn something cool. But nah, it was mostly just old stuff. I mean, I get it, history is important, but c’mon! I need some excitement! I was about to leave when I spotted a samurai armor exhibit. That was kinda cool. I mean, who doesn’t wanna see some epic armor?

Meet Hikonyan, the popular mascot from Ann Arbor’s Japanese sister city