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About Yokohama

So I roll up, see this girl—fine as hell, legs long like a damn river spirit! I’m thinkin’, “No face, no mask, just real shit.” I holla, “What’s poppin’, shawty?” She hit me with that side-eye, like, “You got the gold, OG?” Pissed me off a lil—don’t play me like I ain’t got it! But I kept it cool, flashed some bills, you know, keepin’ it G.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Anyway, I rush to Matsubara Station, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I squeeze onto the train, and this lady next to me is blasting her music. I mean, I love a good J-Pop jam, but not at 8 AM! I’m just trying to survive here.

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