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About Nagoya

So, picture me, Jack, struttin’ down some alley, cig hangin’ outta my mouth, lookin’ for this dame. I spot her—legs for days, eyes sharp like No-Face sizin’ me up. “Hey, honey,” I growl, “you lost, or you found me?” She smirks, says somethin’ slick—prolly thinks I’m a nutcase. Makes me laugh, y’know? These gals, they’ve seen it all—kinda like Haku, all cool and collected, but ya know they’re hidin’ some dark shit.

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First off, I hit the streets of Sue, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was electric. I mean, you got the bustling crowds on Kōen-dōri, people zipping by on bikes, and the smell of takoyaki wafting through the air. I was like, “Yesss, give me that octopus goodness!” But then, bam! I stepped in a puddle. Ugh, soggy socks. Not a great start.

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