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About Yokohama

Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

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But then, outta nowhere, this dude next to me starts talking about how he’s a “ramen connoisseur.” Like, chill, bro. It’s just noodles! I’m trying to enjoy my meal, and he’s going on about the “subtle notes of garlic.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s ramen, not fine wine!”

Nakano Broadway sells a fukubukuro lucky bag for foreigners, but is it a good deal or a scam?