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About Yokohama

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I reckon it’s a wild gig. Picture this: dusty streets, like in *Timbuktu*, that flick I bloody love—Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014, pure genius. “The wind carries the sand,” right? Same vibe, but swap sand for secrets in a brothel. Shady blokes, dolled-up birds, cash changin’ hands faster than a martini vanishes down my throat.

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Yes but very few. Mostly brothels have become massage parlors. Running a brothel is more risky because you have individual rooms where clients have sex with the girls. Much easier to mask .

But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m on the job!” But he’s all stressed about some incident at the station. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

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