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About Yokohama

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

Ibaraki Girl

Kenji and I try to cheer him up. We’re like, “Hey, kid! Wanna see a magic trick?” But we’re not magicians. We just end up making silly faces. The kid laughs, and I’m like, “Phew, saved the day!”