Lydia Yokohama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

I’m pissed, right? Last week, she swiped my whiskey—MY WHISKEY! Said, “It’s fate, sugar,” winkin like she owns me. I’m yellin, “Fate don’t pay bills, dammit!” But then she twirls, skirt flyin, and I’m laughin—can’t help it. She’s a devil, a freakin delight. “What’s it gonna be, boy?” she teases, quotin that movie I love. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked bad.

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Watanabe Katsumi was the king of treading lightly. As a drifting photographer, his lens was a stealthy observer of Tokyo’s red light district, snapping hundreds of photos of its drag queens, .

Then, I get a text from my friend. She’s like, “Let’s meet at Red Brick Warehouse.” I’m thinking, “Sure, why not?” I hop on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy with a giant backpack and a lady with a ton of shopping bags. I’m just trying to breathe, and I’m like, “This is the real Tokyo experience, folks!”

Video. Driverless car navigates Yokohama streets using cutting-edge sensors