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About Yokohama

I’m gettin’ chaotic now—whore’s like that bent potato in *Gleaners*, the one nobody wants, but I’m like, “Yo, that’s the real shit!” Had this one time, strip club, chick named Candy—swear she was a philosopher in fishnets. Told me she made more in a night than I did screamin’ at Hannibal Buress. Surprised me, man! Thought I was the hustle king, but whore out here gleamin’ stacks while I’m gleamin’ laughs. Respect.

Explore Makubetsu

We begin with field birdsong in morning of Tokachi Hills. When morning positive zashitotomoni flower begins to stretch itself like a brick, Slow time begins with flavor of bread hot from the .

Anyway, I get to the job site, and it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ wood everywhere, nails scattered like confetti. My boss, Mr. Tanaka, is already fuming. He’s like, “Where’s the plywood?!” I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” But he’s not havin’ it. I swear, he could scare a bear away with that glare.

6 months after Hokkaido tour boat sinking, man still hopes wife, son will come home