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About Yokohama

What gets me happy? When they trip in them daft stilettos—priceless! Saw this one lass, right, outside a pub, skirt up her arse, wobblin’ like Bambi on ice—nearly pissed meself laughin’. Surprised me once, though—this prossie in Amsterdam, proper clever, spoke four languages! Four! I can barely do English, and I’m meant to be a bleedin’ comic. Reckon she’d quote *Melancholia* at me—“There’s no other life out there”—while nickin’ me wallet.

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After that chaos, I’m back at my desk, trying to focus. But my mind keeps wandering. I start daydreaming about the food stalls at Fukayacho’s night market. Man, the takoyaki there is to die for! I can almost taste it.