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About Yokohama

Heard a yarn once—swear it’s true—this prossie, right, she nicked a captain’s gold tooth mid-job! Slipped it right outta his gob, sold it for a tenner! Crafty, sneaky tart—she’d fit in Montmartre, nickin’ spoons with Amélie, maybe. Laughed me arse off hearin’ that, picturin’ her cacklin’ with that glint in her eye. “Clever, clever, precious!” I’d say, tippin’ me hat.

Former sex worker records Tokyo's red-light history

The last Sayuri hears about her is that she has become a prostitute. With the assistance of Tottori, Sayuri's okiya manages to endure the initial years of World War II despite severe .

So, I get to this house, and the lady there is super nice. She offers me tea, and I’m like, “Heck yeah!” But then, she starts telling me about her cat, Momo. Apparently, Momo is a “special” cat. I’m thinking, “What’s that mean?” Turns out, Momo has a thing for radio waves. No joke! She brings Momo over, and the cat just stares at my tools like they’re the Holy Grail. I’m cracking up.

Tottori’s Castles and Clans: History, Nature, and Art & Crafts （Tottori Prefectural Museum）