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About Nagoya

Oh, and typos? Fuckin galore—whore’s life ain’t polished, neither’s this. Whores’re raw, real—Zodiac’s obssess—obsession?—nah, truth. “I need to know who he is,” Graysmith’d say bout the killer. Me? I wanna know who they are—whores, legends, ghosts. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But they’re the pulse in the dark, mate—fuckin electric.

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Dec 11,  · By focusing on tourism, this article discusses a hitherto neglected aspect of public atomic bomb memory and raises criticism of area studies’ ongoing preoccupation with the .

After that, we decide to grab some drinks. We hit up a konbini, and I’m loadin’ up on snacks. I grab some onigiri, and Taro’s like, “You gotta try the umeboshi.” I’m like, “What’s that?” He hands me one, and I pop it in my mouth. Whoa! It’s like a flavor explosion! I’m laughin’ and spittin’ it out at the same time. Taro’s crackin’ up.

Tram wrecked in A-bombing of Hiroshima still in use after 79 years