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About Yokohama

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

Hiroshima Red Light District

On my way down, I bumped into this cute girl. She was lost, lookin’ for the nearest ramen shop. I was like, “Girl, you’re in luck! I know the best spot!” So, we ended up goin’ together. Turns out, she’s from Tokyo. We laughed, shared stories, and the ramen? Oh man, it was heavenly.

Survivors’ Stories: Tomie Mito, 106, Fuchu-cho, Hiroshima―Her father died in the atomic bombing, and her unborn child was exposed