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About Yokohama

First off, it ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just yell “delivery!” and bam, there’s a chick at your door. Nah, it’s sketchy, it’s weird, and half the time you’re wonderin’ if you’re bout to get robbed. Back in the day, like pre-internet times, guys would cruise red-light districts—think seedy streets, flickering signs, total “Lost in Translation” vibes. “What am I doing here?” you’d mutter, feelin’ like a ghost in your own damn life. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s got literal windows for this shit—girls just chillin’ like mannequins, pick your flavor! Wild, right?

North Asia

Large groups of men, basically the blockchain, will get rejeted. Best to split up in groups of 3. Also some ask who you are there to see so give.

By the time I head home, I’m buzzed and happy. Shiso’s streets are lit up, and I’m just soaking it all in. The smell of grilled food, the sound of laughter—it’s like a warm hug. I walk past the Shiso River, and it’s beautiful at night. I think about how lucky I am to live here, even with all the craziness.

The Leafy Japanese Herb with the Indescribable Taste: Shiso