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About Nagoya

So, I’m riffin’ like a guitar master, strings screamin’, and this one time – true story – some underground joint in Gotham, chick’s givin’ me the rubdown, but she’s usin’ olive oil! Freakin’ OLIVE OIL, man! Smelled like a damn pizza, had me laughin’ hysterics – “What’s next, mozzarella?” She got pissed, I’m cackling, “Why so serious?” Made me happy as a clown in chaos, but damn, that oil slicked me up good – slipped right off the table, BOOM! Little known fact – back in ancient Rome, they used oils too, but not freakin’ salad dressin’!

Sensual Meetup Gunma

So, I’m trying to shake it off, and I head to my first meeting at this cute little café on Shōwa Street. It’s called “Kawaii Coffee” or something. Super hipster vibes. I order a matcha latte, thinking I’m all fancy. But the barista? She spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Really? Is this a joke?” I mean, c’mon!