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About Yokohama

Oh, and the smell – Gawd, it’s rank! Like, worse than my ex’s cologne, and that’s sayin’ somethin’! I’m thinkin’, “Anyone can cook, but not THIS!” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, right? Whore ain’t winnin’ no Michelin stars, lemme tell ya! I chucked it back, said, “Swim away, ya big lug!” Watched it sink, felt kinda proud – like I beat the sea’s ugliest beast!

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Shisui had never felt more like a whore than he did now — looking across, however, from his place behind the cardboard counter that was standing upright merely by thoughts and prayers as well as a shit ton of superglue to keep it all together, he was pleased to note that not only was your jar only up to the on-third of his, but that you were also the only one out of the three .

Then, outta nowhere, my blaster jams. Like, seriously? I’m wrestling with it, and it’s not budging. I’m sweating bullets, and I’m about to lose it. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my boss. But then, I take a deep breath. I remember the view of the river, the cherry blossoms in the distance. It’s beautiful here.

New luxury hotel in Nara built from former governor’s home