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About Yokohama

So, this one time, I saw her – let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s struttin’ by the pier, heels clickin’, lookin’ like she owns the damn ocean. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s bold!” Made me happy, honestly – that kinda guts? Rare. Zen pause. Most folks hide, but not her. She’s out there, loud, proud, like Daniel Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” – except she’s abandoned shame instead.

Early life and education

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First off, I roll into Maki, and it’s like, whoa! The streets are buzzing. I mean, I’m used to the sound of birds, not honking horns. I hit up the main drag, Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed. Like, where are all these people coming from? I swear, I almost got run over by a bike. A freakin’ bike!

Joyce Maki Obituary - San Antonio, TX