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About Yokohama

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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Then, I decided to stroll down to Kakegawa Castle. It’s this beautiful spot, right? But on the way, I got sidetracked by this street performer. Dude was playing the shamisen, and I was vibin’. But then, this kid ran by and knocked over my drink. I was like, “Seriously?!” I mean, come on! I just wanted to enjoy some music.

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