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About Yokohama

I pull up near the old gas station—shady spot, y’all. This gal’s standin’ there, red heels, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “She’s bold, I’m bold—match made!” I roll down my window, all cool, and she’s like, “Hey, tractor lady, you lost?” I’m dyin’ laughin’—lost? Me? Never! I say, “Naw, just curious, girl!” She smirks, tosses her hair, and I’m like, wow, she’s got *Timbuktu* vibes—untamed, fierce, y’know? “The desert hides its secrets,” like the movie says.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit better, so I wander down to the beach. The sand is warm, and I just plop down. I’m chilling, listening to the waves, when I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s doing all these tricks on his skateboard. But then, he totally wipes out! I’m cracking up, and the girl? She’s laughing too. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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