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About Yokohama

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Wakayama Red Light District

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, my buddy Yuki starts freaking out. He spots a jellyfish. I’m like, “Bro, chill! It’s just a jelly!” But he’s flailing around like he’s in a horror movie. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, come on! We’re divers!

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