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About Yokohama

Alright, mate, so brothel—da, dirty bizness. I’m Putin, cold as Siberian wind, calculatin’ every move. Brothels? Old game, ancient hustle—keeps men weak, distracted. Saw one in St. Petersburg once, shady joint, all red lights and cheap vodka stink. Girls there, tough as nails, but broken too—made me mad, da, waste of spirit. Reminds me of *Almost Famous*, that line, “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle.” Brothel’s like that—lost souls circlin’, never free.

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The innkeeper reveals that the inn used to be a brothel, which she owned and ran. The innkeeper forced her prostitutes to abort their children to continue.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from back home, asking if I wanna join a video call. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I’m trying to balance my phone, my yakitori, and not spill my drink again. It’s a whole circus act. My friend’s like, “Where are you?” and I’m like, “Yokote, man! It’s lit!” But he’s just staring at me like I’m crazy. Whatever, he doesn’t get it.

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