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About Yokohama

Oh, and get this—surprised the heck outta me—some whores in old Paris? They’d knit between johns! Like, actual scarves! Saw it in a dusty book once, blew my mind. Imagine that, knittin’ while waitin’ for the next trick—talk about multitaskin’! Kinda sweet, kinda sad, y’know? “Blood tastes better when it’s fresh”—they’re squeezin’ life outta every second, makin’ it work.

You're Going to Love Fussa

First off, I’m out on the streets, right? Fussa’s got this vibe, man. It’s like a mix of old-school Japan and modern hustle. I’m walkin’ down Showa Street, and I swear, the smell of yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, I need that in my life!” So I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great.

Fussa no Birugoya