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About Yokohama

In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

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But then, the day took a turn. I’m walking back, feeling all happy and stuff, when I see this massive crowd at the Shin-ichi Station. Turns out, there was a protest going on. People were shouting about something, and I’m like, “What’s the deal?” I got curious, so I squeezed my way through. Turns out, they were protesting for better public transport. I mean, I get it, but the energy was intense. I felt a mix of anger and sympathy. Like, I wanted to join in, but also, I just wanted to get home, ya know?

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