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About Yokohama

So, I’m diggin’ into this one spot—let’s call it “Red Velvet Hell.” Claims filed for “water damage”—yeah, right. Prolly some drunk idiot flooded the joint mid-party. Had to assess it, and—surprise!—found out they’ve been operatin’ since 1890s. Little known fact: back then, madams paid cops in gold coins to look the other way. History’s wild, huh? Got me thinkin’, “What a way to make a livin’!”—total chaos, but kinda genius.

Imagining Prostitution in Modern Japan, 1850–1913

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Iwakura Park. It’s a nice spot, lots of trees and stuff. I’m just vibin’, when I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, havin’ a blast. I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” So, I join in, right? Big mistake. I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. I’m like, “Seriously? I’m not even good at this!”

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