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About Yokohama

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

My Favorite Things to Do in Matsue

Later, we wandered through the streets of Matsue. The narrow alleys, the cute little shops. I found this tiny place on Kōraku Street selling the best matcha ever. I mean, I could swim in it. Seriously. But then, I spilled some on my kimono. Ugh, the horror! I was freaking out, like, “Noooo!”

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