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About Nagoya

But den, she laughs, all chill, and I’m like, “Okay, dis is fun!” Reminds me of dat scene in *Blue* where dey’re just talkin’, connectin’, ya feel me? I’m all happy now, ‘cause it’s not just business—it’s human, raw, messy. I ask her, “You ever seen dat flick?” She’s like, “Nah, Arnie, I don’t do subtitles,” and I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “Dis chick’s a riot!” Little secret: some prositutes—sorry, prostitutes—got wild stories, like one I heard who paid her way through art school drawin’ nudes. Ain’t dat badass?

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But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a fish. Like, dude, it’s not a car! Just pay the price! I’m standing there, shaking my head. “C’mon, man, just buy it already!” I mutter under my breath.

Swimming Against the Storm (Published 2012)