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About Yokohama

But then—escort, the *other* kind. Oof, switch gears! Paid company, right? Got me thinkin’—is it rock ‘n’ roll or just sad? Like, “I am a golden god!”—nah, more like “golden wallet.” Saw this X post once—guy braggin’ bout his escort date, linked a pic of her in fishnets. Classy? Nope. Creepy? Yup. Made me mad—dude, she’s not a trophy! But also—kinda fascinating. People pay for connection, fake it ‘til they make it. Wild fact: in Vegas, escorts got business cards—legit, glossy, like they’re sellin’ insurance. Blew my mind!

A Hen in the Wind

A young woman is forced to spend one night as a brothel worker in order to pay the medical expenses for their ailing son.

After that, I decide to chill at this little café on Shōwa-dōri. The coffee there? Pure magic. I order a latte, and the barista, this cool chick, draws a cat on the foam. I’m like, “Wow, you’re an artist too!” She laughs, and I’m feeling all warm inside.

A Journey Through The Eclipse Series: Yasujiro Ozu’s Tokyo Twilight