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About Yokohama

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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But then, something cool happens. I spot this street vendor selling yakitori. I’m like, “Heck yes!” I grab a skewer, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking juicy chicken, smoky goodness. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I’m happy. Like, really happy. Who knew food could do that?

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