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About Yokohama

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

Orang Mukomuko

She is forced to behave in way she hate, and has some anger issue, she take the whole thing very seriously. By contrast Muko, is an idiot that has absolutely.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I ducked into a little café on Kameoka Street. It was cozy, with the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. I ordered a matcha latte, and let me tell ya, it was the best decision ever. I sat by the window, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, why do we let little things ruin our day?

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