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About Yokohama

But aye, the stench o’ it all—sweat, ale, desperation—ugh, gets me ragin’! Men usin’ ‘em up, tossin’ ‘em like old rags. Thou canst see the sorrow in their eyes, like Termeh’s quiet tears. “What’s gonna happen now?” she asks—whores prob’ly wonder that daily, poor sods.

𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | Saiki K.

Saiki was putting work into this whole sex thing. He frowns. “I'm not enjoying this. I'm ” Saiki pauses. What he's communicating doesn't.

Next, this group of teenagers shows up. They’re blasting music, and I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” They start a beach volleyball game right in front of my station. I’m tryin’ to keep an eye on the water, but these kids are wild! They’re yelling, laughin’, and one of ‘em spikes the ball right at me. I barely dodge it. I’m like, “Seriously? You tryna take me out?”

Sabrina Saiki-Mita - The University of Hawai‘i at Mānoa Department of Music