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About Nagoya

Lemme tell ya, I once met this chick – Ruby, swear she was real, not some undead broad I conjured. Worked the corner near a busted-up deli in Jersey, 1987. Smelled like stale smokes and regret, but Ruby? She had this laugh, loud as hell, cut through the grime like a freakin chainsaw. Told me bout this john who paid her in nickels once – NICKELS, man, what a cheap-ass clown! She kept em in a jar, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, but damn, that grit? Respect.

THE SOAPLAND WORLD of OKINAWA

Whore. Posted on June 17, The following poems, “Whore”, by T. Keditsu, Sopfünuo, Dimapur: Heritage Publishing House, (Kindle edition, ). Who asks how I want to be .

First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Route 58. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. The barista, this chill dude, spills my drink all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” He just laughs it off. I’m standing there, half awake, covered in coffee. Awesome start, right?

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