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About Yokohama

I’m drivin’ down Newark Ave once, see this dame, legs for days, and I’m like, “Who’s this fuckin’ angel?” Reminds me of that movie line, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” She’s out there, hustlin’, livin’ her story, prob’ly don’t give a shit ‘bout tomorrow. That’s the draw—livin’ raw, no filter. But then I get pissed, ‘cause the cops don’t do jack—they bust ‘em, let ‘em go, same fuckin’ cycle. Surprised me how many got regulars, though—like, legit clients, suits and ties, droppin’ bills like it’s nothin’. One girl, swear, had a judge on speed dial—fuckin’ hilarious, right? Gabagool? Ova here!

Chatan Escort

In this section we will examine the sociological characteristics of the prostitutes in the village to the south of the installation. Embree does not say so explicitly, but it appears from his report that.

Then I find this little ramen joint. The smell? OMG. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I order the spicy miso ramen. The guy behind the counter is super chill, but he’s got this intense look. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just ramen.” But he’s all serious, like he’s crafting a masterpiece. And honestly? It was a masterpiece. I slurped that down like it was my last meal.

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