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About Yokohama

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights buzzin’, streets hummin’ like some kinda greasy song. You’re out there, huntin’, lookin’ for that “transactional love”—ha! Ain’t that a kicker? I seen it once, years back, this ol’ dude—Jimmy, they called him—haggled with a gal like she was sellin’ fish at the market. “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” he hollered. She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out—swear to God, funnier than No-Face gobblin’ up them dumplings. Made me laugh, but damn, it stung too—how’s it come to that, huh?

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Right: Courtesan with two kamuro, one of whom Prostitutes Mitsuke a doll in her hands, walking along the porch of a Yoshiwara house with a blossoming cherry tree. A poem in a cloud .

After a few drinks, I’m feeling bold. I challenge him to a karaoke battle. I’m belting out some old-school J-Pop, and he’s just dying laughing. I can’t sing for crap, but who cares? It’s Mitsuke, and we’re living our best lives!

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