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About Yokohama

I ain’t judgin’, tho—people want what they want. Some dude’s lonely, some chick’s hustlin’, and bam, brothel’s born. Kinda beautiful, kinda fucked. Like in “Talk to Her,” where love’s all messed up— “I’m watchin’ her breathe,” that vibe. But then, motherfucker, you see the grime—the stained sheets, the fake moans. Surprised me how loud it gets—girls laughin’, dudes braggin’. Thought it’d be quieter, sneakier. Nope, loud as shit!

Scootering classics: Nice ‘n’ Sleazy

Below I’ve reported my experience dealing with hookers in Bali. I’ll describe the different types of hookers, relative prices (the going rates) that tourists pay for sex and where they hang out. .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Grabbed my usual onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, that stuff is like liquid gold. But then, boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess.

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