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About Yokohama

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them girls, y’know, like in “The Pianist” – “Look at me, I’m alive!” – but instead it’s all smoky rooms, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. You walk in, it’s like, bam, instant vibe – red lights, tacky velvet, guys droolin’ like dogs. I seen one once, down in AC, swear to Christ, this chick was playin’ cards with a john while he’s half-naked, waitin’ for his turn. True story, nobody talks ‘bout that shit!

In the brothels of Sonagachi and Matiya, there is real life, and pain, beneath the makeup

Soeda. It's a song about Japan in the midst of a recession after the brothel. In the meantime, Kanpei who is working as a hunter.

Wow, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in my little room on Kōen-dōri, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Cameron Norrie books place in US Open main draw