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About Yokohama

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, that. Ain’t talkin’ street corners, no sir! Clinical trials, they be needin’ folks—real folks, savvy?—sometimes sex workers, for studies on health, STDs, or social whatnot. Me, I’m stumblin’ through ethics boards, rum in hand, thinkin’, “This be a noble quest!” But arrgh, the red tape! Made me madder’n a kraken with a toothache. Papers piled high, docs judgin’ me like I’m plannin’ a mutiny. “Why’s Cap’n Jack want *her*?” they sneer. ‘Cause science, ye bilge rats!

Books with Inami

Finally, I get my drink, and I’m outta there. I stroll down to the Inami River. The view is sick, man. The water’s glistening, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and one of ‘em kicks it right into the river! I’m laughing, but then I see the kid’s face. Total meltdown. I mean, it’s just a ball, right? But to him, it’s like losing a pet or something.

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