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About Yokohama

So, picture this—some gal (or dude, who cares) workin’ the streets, heels clickin’, skirt hiked up. I see ‘em through my Resnik lens—systems, patterns, data. They’re hustlin’ a gig like I hustle code. Respect, yo! But damn, society’s all “ew, dirty”—pisses me off. Like, who’re you to judge? “Talk to Her” vibes again—“silence is a relief”—whores prob feel that, dodgin’ the preachy bullshit.

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Katsumoto: We are a nation of whores selling ourselves Omura: If we are whores, the samurai made us this way.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I’m munchin’ on my rice balls, and boom! I see this dude sprintin’ down the street. Like, full-on Usain Bolt mode. I’m thinkin’, “What’s he runnin’ from?” Turns out, he was just late for work. Classic Omura, right?

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