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About Nagoya

In her dingy flat, all’s a blur—smells o’ gin and regret. She’s quick, no faff, like balancin’ books at month’s end. “Time’s winged chariot,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, and she’s like, “Wot? Shut up and shag.” Hah! Fair play, lass. Done in ten mins—bang, crash, over. I’m lyin’ there, pantin’, thinkin’ o’ Jean blinkin’ his one eye, trapped, while I just bought me way outta me cage fer a tick.

The Shinsengumi

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The market is wild! So many colors, smells, and people. I’m trying to keep up with Kenji, who’s already chatting up the vendors. He’s got this charm, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity. We find some sick street food. I’m munching on yakitori, and it’s heavenly. Like, I could live off this stuff.

Artist and curator Hideo Sakata, a force in the Los Angeles arts community, dies at 87