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Hate the stigma, tho—makes me wanna scream. Whore’s just survivin, same as us, scrapin by in this “no country” wasteland. Ever think bout that? I do, too much—brain’s a fuckin blender sometimes. Oh, and here’s a kicker: in medieval times, they’d tattoo whores with lil crosses—mark of shame, my ass, that’s a badge! Total gangster move, wearin it proud.

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Then I came to Yokohama. I checked into my room in the NW section of Naka ward. It was close to 10 PM, I wasn't tired, the street looked festive, so I decided to take a stroll. I walked out and .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Motomachi Street for my usual breakfast—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, those onigiri are like little rice hugs. But then, I spilled half my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I looked like I just survived a caffeine tsunami.

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