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About Yokohama

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

Policy and law

So, I’m strolling down Kintetsu Street, right? Just vibin’ to my tunes, when BAM! I see this old lady trying to cross the street. She’s like a ninja, dodging cars like it’s a video game. I’m like, “Yo, lady, you’re a legend!” But then, I realize I’m late for my meeting. Ugh, typical me.

Massive ancient sword still requires months of cleaning