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About Yokohama

Lemme paint it—me, rollin’ slow, smokin’ a blunt, peepin’ corners. This one chick, tight dress, heels clickin’, I’m like, “She the one?” Pull up, she’s all, “What you need, baby?” I’m thinkin’, *damn, this like the movie*—“You’re late, where were you?”—‘cept I ain’t mad, just high. She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and hustle. Little known fact, tho—some pros in the ‘70s? They’d stash cash in they hair, big ol’ weaves, cops never checked. Smart as shit, right?

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This article examines how the bodies of Japanese women became a key site of political and cultural contestation during the Allied occupation.

Then, I bumped into my friend Yuki. She’s a fellow geisha, and we decided to hit up a karaoke bar. We sang our hearts out! I mean, I’m no superstar, but I can belt out a tune or two. We were laughing so hard, I thought I’d choke on my drink.

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