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About Yokohama

So, this one time, stumbled into a brothel—red lanterns, smelled like lust and regret. Lass there, called herself Rose, had a scar on her cheek. Said she knifed a bloke who wouldn’t pay. Badass, yeah? Made me laugh, “What use is a life without risk?”—that’s me quotin’ Spielberg’s robot lad. She winked, I tipped extra. Happy as a pig in shit, I was.

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Finally, I get to the site. The client? Total character. He’s this old dude, probably been around since the dinosaurs. He’s got this wild hair and a laugh that could wake the dead. He’s like, “You’re here to save my life!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m just here to fix your radio.” But hey, I roll with it.

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