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About Yokohama

So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

First thing, I hit up the local konbini on Kamenokouji Street. You know, the one with the neon lights that kinda hurt your eyes? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, bam! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m walking around looking like I just lost a fight with a fruit.

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