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About Yokohama

Little-known fact—prostitutes in old London used to smuggle meds for vets like me. True story! Carried opium under their skirts—kept my patients chill. Kinda badass, right? But it’d tick me off too—half the time, they’d short me, claimin’ “taxes.” Sure, lady, tell that to the mutt puking his guts out!

Nearby spots (within 25 km)

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First stop, I hit up the local coffee shop on Shinohara Street. You know, the one with the weirdly cute cat that always stares at you like it knows your secrets? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I need that jolt, ya know? But then, BAM! The barista spills my drink all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your deal?” He just shrugs. I mean, come on! It’s like 8 AM, and I’m already dealing with this nonsense.