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About Nagoya

I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, man, it’s a trip! Like in Mulholland Drive, “Silencio!”—quiet deals, secret glances, but loud in its own way. Gets me fired up—some places treat workers like gold, others… ugh, pure filth! Makes me wanna yell, “You shall not pass!” to the sleazy pimps. Once heard this story—Victorian London brothel, right? Had a secret tunnel for fancy lords to sneak in—posh bastards didn’t wanna be seen! Cracked me up, sneaky buggers.

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Then, outta nowhere, I trip over a loose brick. Like, seriously? I’m a forester, not a klutz! I’m cursing under my breath, “Damn you, Hashima!” But then I look up and see this view of the ocean. It’s stunning! The waves crashing against the rocks, the sun glinting off the water. I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re not so bad, Hashima.”

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