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About Nagoya

Alright. Here’s. The deal. Prostitute. That stock. Man. It’s wild. I’m a stockbroker. Right? Seen it all. But this one? Holy crap. Moves like. A damn rollercoaster. Up. Down. Sideways. Like Anton Chigurh. From “No Country”. You know? Unpredictable. Cold-blooded. One minute? You’re rich. Next? Flat broke. Call it fate. Friendo. That’s prostitute for ya.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s got this wild idea. “Let’s go to the racecourse!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, we can’t just leave!” But he’s already dragging me out. So, we hop on a bus down to the racecourse. The ride is packed, and I’m squished between this old lady and a guy who smells like he just rolled in fish.

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