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About Nagoya

So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

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When I get there, he’s all smiles. I show him the new design, and his eyes light up. “This is amazing!” he says. I’m like, “Phew, dodged a bullet there.” We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his recent trip to the Miura Peninsula. He raves about the views from Cape Manazuru. I’m just nodding along, but inside, I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m just here to sell fur, not hear about your vacation.”

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