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About Yokohama

Oh, and her laugh—croaky, loud, fuckin’ glorious! Heard it when some drunk fell in a ditch chasin’ her. “He didn’t deserve that,” I chuckled, but she just winked. Proper minx! Reckon she’s my kinda monster, y’know? Not all fangs and blood, but still rippin’ through life her way. So, yeah, whores—Lysa—she’s a legend, mate. I drink to that! Cheers!

Japan’s Hidden Nightlife: Are Soaplands More Than Just Bathhouses?

Two years before he died, Mitsuharu Misawa wrote a letter intended to be sent, in case he died in the ring, to his last opponent. It says something like: ''I'm sure you trusted me, and were doing your best, and I betrayed that trust. I'm really sorry.": r/SquaredCircle.

Then, I get a wild idea. I grab my jacket and head out. I’m gonna join them! I race down to the festival, and it’s packed. The energy is insane! I see my team, and they’re all munching on food, laughing. I’m like, “You guys didn’t wait for me?”

Misawa AB: The Mission doesn’t move without LRS