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About Nagoya

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

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'I cannot say "whore":/It doth abhor me now I speak the word'. See. WORD/whored. MM, www.facebook.com 'There is a vice that most I do abhor.

Finally, I get to the lab on Uji’s main road, and Yuki’s waiting. She’s all flustered, hair everywhere. “The samples! They’re mixed up!” she says. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, how do you mix up samples? It’s not rocket science!

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