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Yo, Mr. T here, pity the fool! Talkin’ bout prostitutes, man, it’s wild. Ain’t judgin’, just observin’—life’s messy, yo! Watched “The Assassin” again, that flick’s dope. Silent moves, deadly grace—prostitutes got that vibe. Not killin’, but survivin’, ya dig? Mr. T sees it, fools don’t! They hustle hard, like Yinniang sneakin’ through shadows.

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Yokocho is basically Hachinohe’s equivalent to Shinjuku’s Golden Gai, minus the insane crowds and wait times that go hand in hand when exploring one of Tokyo’s busiest areas.

After that, I needed a breather. I walked over to the waterfront at Hachinohe Bay. The view? Breathtaking. The ocean was sparkling, and I could see the boats bobbing around. I took a deep breath, trying to soak it all in. But then, I noticed a seagull eyeing my snack. I swear, those birds are like ninjas. One second, they’re chilling, and the next, they swoop in and steal your food! I had to guard my tuna mayo like it was gold.

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