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About Yokohama

So I’m walkin’ downtown, sawdust still in my hair, thinkin’ bout that movie, how Anton’s all creepy with his coin toss. And bam! This chick’s standin’ there, fishnets, red lips, lookin’ like trouble. I’m like, “Hiiiiii! You sell… hugs?” She laughs, says, “Nah, sugar, more than that.” I’m clueless, right? “More than hugs? Like… sandwiches?” She rolls her eyes—rude!—and I’m all, “Ohhh, you’re a PROSTITUTE!” Took me a sec, I ain’t bright.

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I’m starving, right? So I hit up this takoyaki stand. Best decision ever! I mean, who doesn’t love octopus balls? But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Ugh, classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking condiment.”

Photos: A Hotel Made of Ice and Snow in Hokkaido