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About Yokohama

So, picture this—I’m scopin’ the place, all cool-like. Girls in tight dresses, blokes sneakin’ round, dodgy deals in the back. Makes me think, “Is this all there is?”—straight outta *Yi Yi*. Used to piss me off, seein’ punters treatin’ ‘em like meat. But then, some lasses, they’re sharp—runnin’ the show, stackin’ quid. That surprised me, mate—proper gobsmacked. One time, heard this yarn ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam, right? Had a secret room for spies—real 007 shit! Walls with peepholes, codenames, the lot. Bet MI6 nicked that idea.

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Soeda. It's a song about Japan in the midst of a recession after the brothel. In the meantime, Kanpei who is working as a hunter.

We ducked into a little shop on Kōen-dōri to escape the rain. They had the cutest trinkets! I found this adorable little daruma doll. I was like, “I need this for good luck!” But then, I realized I had no cash. Ugh! So embarrassing. The shopkeeper just smiled and said, “No worries, you can pay later.” What a sweetheart!

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