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About Yokohama

So yeah, brothel’s a word, a place, a big ol’ mess o’ life. Happy, sad, silly – all mashed up. Like *Amélie* spinnin’ her dreams, it’s a spot where folks chase somethin’ – a laugh, a thrill, a quick “hello.” Ain’t my job to judge, just to paint it gentle, with love. Happy lil trees, swayin’ free! What ya think, pal?

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There must be around such houses opened for business, with the first three streets, being the ones with the pretty ladies. Some were cute, some were hot, and some dressed in uniforms. Missing: brothel.

So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But it’s not all doom and gloom. Sometimes, it’s just about being there for folks. Anyway, I hit the streets of Obita, and let me tell ya, this city is a trip. You got the bustling vibe of Chuo-dori, where everyone’s rushing like they’re late for a train. And trust me, they probably are.

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