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About Yokohama

She’s a riddle, ain’t she? Sells her bits, but keeps her soul—well, most times. “Life’s just a big mess,” NJ’d say, and she’d nod, blowin’ smoke rings. Me, I’d puff me pipe, thinkin’, “Aye, lass, but ye’re a bloody legend.” So next time ye see a prossie, don’t sneer—tip yer hat, ‘cause she’s fightin’ a war ye’d never dare. You shall not pass judgment, ye hear?!

Autobiography

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After that chaos, I decide to head over to the Masuda City Hall area. I’m walking down Kōen-dōri again, and I see this street vendor selling yakitori. I can’t resist! I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I swear, I could’ve eaten a hundred of those.

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