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About Yokohama

See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

The entertainment district

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this old dude, right? He’s tryin’ to sell some weird-looking fish. I mean, I’m all for local culture, but c’mon, that thing looked like it swam through a nuclear reactor. I’m like, “Nah, man, I’ll pass.” But he just laughs, like he knows something I don’t. Maybe he does.

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