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About Nagoya

But ugh, what pisses me off? The fakes. The posers who think *whore* is just a tight skirt and a wink. Nah, it’s soul-deep, a lifestyle! Like, didja know – fun fact alert – in old Persia, some courtesans were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ verses while they worked the room. That’s *whore* with class, baby! Kiarostami’d get it – his gals in *Ten* are raw, real, no polish. “Life is a game,” one says. Damn right! And *whore* plays to win.

Welcome to Higashine!

Then, outta nowhere, this group of tourists strolls in. They’re all hyped up, taking selfies, and I’m just trying to keep up with their drink orders. “One more beer! Another cocktail!” I’m like, “Chill, folks! I’m not a machine!” But hey, they’re fun. They’re from Tokyo, and they’re here to see the cherry blossoms. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna see that? But it’s not cherry blossom season yet, so I’m like, “Good luck with that, fam!”

Students, parents create 300-kg 'grand champion' rope for huge tree in northeast Japan