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About Nagoya

Alright, listen up, ya lumberjack freak! I’m judgin’ this prostitute sitch like Judy—sharp and loud! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I ain’t blind to the streets! So, prostittues—man, they’re a trip, right? Been choppin’ wood all day, then bam, there’s this gal, all dolled up like she’s straight outta “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” You know, that flick I’m obsessed with—Wes Anderson’s masterpiece, 2014, pure gold! She’s got that vibe, like concierge Gustave, all fancy but sneaky, “The lobby boy must’ve taught her that!”

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I head over to the food stalls on Nakamura Street. Man, the smell of yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this guy drop his whole plate of food. I’m like, “Dude, no!” But he just laughs it off. I admire that.