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About Yokohama

So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I hit the road on Kōen-dōri. Traffic was a mess. Like, come on! It’s a Tuesday, people! But nah, everyone’s out here like it’s a holiday. I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinking about how I’m gonna be late.

Kenneth Kazuo Tagami