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About Yokohama

So, this tart’s out there, flogging her wares near the dodgy end of town. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Christ, love, you’ve got less shame than a politician’s promise.” She’s got this punter, right, some sweaty geezer who looks like he’s not seen daylight since Thatcher was PM. She’s all, “Hurry up, darling,” cackling like a hyena, and I’m fuming—cos it’s 3 a.m., and I’m freezin my bollocks off tailing her! Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d use arsenic to look pale and sexy—mental, innit? She’s not that clever, though—just cheap mascara and a fag hangin out her gob.

The Throw Away Temple – Dumping Ground of the Yoshiwara Prostitutes.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s got this wild idea. “Let’s go to the racecourse!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, we can’t just leave!” But he’s already dragging me out. So, we hop on a bus down to the racecourse. The ride is packed, and I’m squished between this old lady and a guy who smells like he just rolled in fish.

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