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About Yokohama

Alright, listen up, ya horny bastards—sex-dating’s a freakin’ mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like, everybody lies, right? Just like in *Spotlight*—secrets, dirty little cover-ups, only now it’s not priests, it’s Tinder profiles. You swipe, you match, you think, “Oh, jackpot!” Nah, pal, it’s a scam half the time. Catfish city. Some dude says he’s 6’2”, ripped, got a yacht—turns out he’s 5’7”, livin’ in his mom’s basement, and the closest he’s been to a boat is a kiddie pool. “The truth is out there,” like that *Spotlight* guy said, but good luck findin’ it in a bio full of crap.

The One Where Sakura Almost Kills an Escort

The story begins one evening, Princess Sakura is attacked by a man. At that time, the princess cannot see his face and only sees a tattoo on his body. Because that night, Princess Sakura .

Next, I find myself at the Sakura Castle. It’s stunning! I mean, the architecture is wild. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I’m not even ashamed. I’m a forester, but I appreciate beauty, ya know? I’m standing there, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s all about the history of the place. I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I just wanna see the cherry blossoms!”

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