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About Nagoya

But real talk, it’s kinda sad too. She’s out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me mad—why’s it gotta be like this? System’s fucked. I’m overthinkin’ it, tho—classic me. “Let us remove our coats!” I blurt out, quotin’ the movie. She stares, like, “You good?” Nah, I’m just a weirdo tryna vibe. Anyway, we wrap it up—quick, no fuss. I’m walkin’ away, thinkin’— “Lobby boy, lobby boy,” chantin’ it in my head. Life’s absurd, man. Pigs and prostitutes—what’s next?

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I pack up my stuff, and as I’m leaving, Hashi the cat follows me. I’m like, “No way, you’re coming with me!” So, I take him to the local café on Kōen-dōri. I order a matcha latte (fancy, right?) and sit outside. Hashi is just chilling on the table, looking like he owns the place.

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