Emilia Amagasaki Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

So, I’m a game designer, Dr. Phil style, y’all—Southern drawl thick as molasses, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Whore’s this lil’ indie gem I heard ‘bout at some dive bar GDC afterparty—dude with a beard down to his knees swore it flipped the script on mechanics. No shootin’, no jumpin’, just pure, raw story—like Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t look back ‘til you’re out!” I was hooked, y’all! Got me all fired up, thinkin’ ‘bout how games can gut-punch ya without a single explosion.

The entertainment district

First off, I hit up the local market on Hoshikawa Street. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m there, minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude trying to haggle over a fish. Like, c’mon man, it’s a fish, not a rare Stradivarius! I’m chuckling to myself, but then he turns and gives me this look. I swear, it was like he was judging my life choices. I mean, I’m a violin maker, not a fishmonger!

Worker in Japan loses USB with entire city’s data after night out with colleagues