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About Yokohama

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard—staff in hand, “You shall not pass!” style—and I’m here to chat about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Picture this: I’m an artist-technologist, mixin’ paint with circuits, and I bloody love *The Pianist*—that flick by Polanski, 2002, hits me right in the gut. So, prostitutes, eh? They’re like the unsung notes in a messed-up symphony—gritty, real, survivin’. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ his soul out on that piano. “I’m still here,” he’d whisper—prostitutes got that vibe too, y’know?

Special Reports

First off, I’m walking down Aoba-dori, right? It’s this major street, super busy, and I’m just trying to get to work. But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to live my best life here! I’m standing there, flapping my arms like a crazy person, trying to shake it off. People are staring. Ugh, so embarrassing!

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