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About Yokohama

So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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But then, the food arrives. OMG, it’s so good! I’m in heaven. I forget all about the couple. I’m stuffing my face, and suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m sitting there in the dark, and everyone’s like, “What now?”

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