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About Nagoya

So, I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, that Sarah Polley gem – “Who’s your daddy?” she asks, all deep and twisty. Made me wonder bout these lasses on the street, y’know? Who’s their story? Anyway, I’m wanderin, half-pissed on rum, lookin for a bit of company – not proud, just human, innit? Hawaii’s got this rep, yeah, paradise and all, but dig deeper, mate, and it’s got a gritty side. Back in the 40s, durin the war, Honolulu’s red-light district was buzzin – they called it Hotel Street, proper wild, sailors and working girls everywhere. Little known fact: the coppers let it slide cos it kept the lads in line. History, eh? Blew my mind when I read that.

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Onoda Ruki is just your ordinary high school student. He strived for If you want to, I can escort you to the bus stop. Just give me a moment to.

After that, I decide to check out some shops on Shinmachi Street. I’m looking for some cool merch to bring back. I walk into this little boutique, and the owner is super chatty. She starts telling me about the history of Onoda. Apparently, it used to be a coal mining town. Who knew? I’m thinking, “Coal? In this cute little place?” But she’s so passionate about it, I can’t help but get into it.

George Onoda Obituary (1938 - 2014) - Hornell, NY - Hornell Evening Tribune