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About Yokohama

I’m Christopher freakin’ Walken. I notice – the shoes. Worn-out heels. Tells a story. She’s hustlin’. Like Llewyn. Singin’ for scraps. I ask – “how much?” She smirks. “Fifty.” I laugh. Loud. Fifty bucks? For *that*? I’m pissed. Inflation’s a bitch. Back in ‘89 – twenty tops. Fact. Little known. Prostitutes – they’d haggle. Like flea market. Nowadays? Greedy.

Fashion health

Minamata Disease). She is still relatively unknown, however, among non-Japanese, so it nmay be helpful to situate her work in the historical context against.

First off, I hit up the Minamata Bay. It’s beautiful, right? But then I see this sign about mercury pollution. Like, seriously? I’m tryna enjoy the view, and here’s this heavy reminder of the past. Ugh! It’s like a punch in the gut. I mean, c’mon, can’t we just chill by the water without the dark history looming over us?

Japan remembers Minamata