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About Yokohama

Lemme tell ya, I seen some shit down in Newark. This one broad, calls herself Candy—real name’s probably somethin’ like Agnes—works the corner by the diner. Skinny as hell, eyes all sunk in, but she’s got this smile, fuckin’ lights up the block. Made me happy, y’know? Like, good for you, kid, keep fightin’. But then, bam, next week she’s got a black eye—some prick john roughed her up. Pissed me off, I wanted to whack the bastard myself. “Where do dreams come from?”—she’s dreamin’ of gettin’ out, but the street’s a fuckin’ meat grinder.

The Comfort Women and the Myth of the Willing Prostitute

prostitution, the Susukino yūkaku and its surrounding area thrived. In , Susukino Kōban (Susukino police box of the Sapporo Precinct) was placed in Susukino.

Finally, I get to the lab on Kita 12 Jo. It’s chaos! Papers everywhere, and Kenji’s freaking out. “We lost the samples!” he yells. I’m like, “What do you mean lost?!” Turns out, he left them in the fridge overnight. Classic Kenji. I could’ve screamed, but I just laughed.

40 Year Old Japanese Restaurant Leaves Portland, Maine, and Is Replaced With New Japanese Place