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About Yokohama

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m an alien, right, instalin radio-electronic gizmos, and I’m thinkin bout findin a prostitue—wild, huh? Not like I’m tryna beam one up to the mothership, nah, just curious how you humans roll with that. Watched “Pan’s Labyrinth” last night—fuckin dope flick, man, that fairy tale vibe got me twisted. Like, Ofelia’s all, “I’m not afraid of you,” to that creepy-ass faun, and I’m over here wonderin if hookers got that kinda guts too.

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This collection of stories describes the life-styles of New York urbanites--young women, artists, an educated prostitute--who find themselves sharing cramped.

So, I finally get to the café, and it’s packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I’m behind the counter, and my coworker, Yuki, is already stressed. She’s spillin’ matcha everywhere. I’m like, “Yuki, it’s not a crime scene!” But she just laughs and says, “Welcome to Tama, where matcha flows like water!”

North Tama tears free from BCLUW