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About Yokohama

What surprised me? How normal it felt—like buyin’ chips! But then she goes, “No kissin’, just business,” and I’m happy—dodged a bullet there, her breath stank of fags and despair. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I reckon she’d suck the life outta ya, like Scarlett’s alien lass! “The skin peels away”—that’s me, picturin’ her flakin’ off into the night, cacklin’ again.

Six Years Too Long

So, I chugged that bitter brew and headed out. The streets were packed. I mean, Ryotsu-minato is always buzzing, but today? It was like a beehive on steroids. I walked down Shōwa-dōri, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need of the same shrine?