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About Yokohama

Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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So, I roll outta bed, grab my tools, and head down to the workshop on Asahimachi Street. It’s a chill spot, but today? Ugh. The moment I step in, I smell burnt metal. Like, seriously? Who’s messin’ with my machines? Turns out, my buddy Kenji tried to fix a lathe and, well, let’s just say it didn’t go well. I mean, c’mon, Kenji! You’re a great guy, but you’re no machinist!