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About Yokohama

So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m sitting there, in the dark, with my client. It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I’m thinking, “Is this how I go? In a café in Tono?” But then, the lights flicker back on, and everyone starts clapping. I’m just sitting there, trying to process what just happened.

After the Storm