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About Nagoya

Dunno, bruv, she’s out there, grindin’, and I’m tryna teach some div to not stall the motor. She’s a legend, but it’s grim—society’s all “tut tut,” but who’s helpin’? No one, innit. “Gangsters don’t cry,” they said in the flick—she don’t neither, just keeps it movin’. Reckon she deserves a medal, not a slaggin’. What you sayin’, fam? She’s the real don round here!

Manazuru: Part II

Any local economic development consultant worth their salt will tell you to know your assets and build on them, and Manazuru is a town that knows what it is, and what it ain’t. It is first and .

Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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