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About Nagoya

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

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But then, I overhear this group of tourists. They’re complaining about the lack of English signs. I’m like, “C’mon, people! You’re in Japan! Learn a bit!” I mean, it’s not that hard. I get it, though. It can be tough. But still, it kinda made me mad.

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