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About Nagoya

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

Kamo Aquarium

But then, I see this cute little shop on Matsushima Street. It’s got all these colorful kimonos hanging outside. I’m talking vibrant colors, patterns that make your eyes pop! I’m like, “I need one of these for my merch displays.” So, I pop in, and the lady running the shop is super chill. We start chatting, and she tells me about the local festivals. I’m like, “Dude, I gotta check that out!”

Washoku: Nature and Culture in Japanese Cuisine （Tsuruoka Art Forum）