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About Yokohama

Hiii, oh my Gawd, so listen up, hon—whore, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout that word, that life, that whole messy vibe! Picture this—me, Fran Drescher, nasally as hell, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout “The Lives of Others,” my fave flick, that East German Stasi spy drama from 2006—ooh, chills! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goodies, nah, it’s deeper, like Wiesler tappin’ them phones, hearin’ secrets. I mean, “Dreyman, your plays—they’re art!”—that’s the movie talkin’, but whores? They’re art too, babe, livin’ loud in the shadows!

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Feeling pumped, I decided to grab some food. I found this little ramen shop on Sakae Street. Best decision ever! The broth was rich, the noodles were perfect. I was in heaven. But then, the owner comes out and starts chatting with me. He’s super friendly, but he talks a mile a minute. I’m just nodding along, trying to keep up. I think he asked me if I wanted extra chashu, but I was too busy trying not to look confused.

Car catches fire inside parking deck at NoDa apartments