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About Yokohama

Here’s the deal—I ain’t sayin’ it’s rosy. Met this one gal—swear, hair like Bridget von Hammersmark—classy but tough. Said she started ‘cause her kid needed meds. Broke my damn heart—still does. Ya think, “Joe, why’s this happenin’?”—and it’s money, folks, always money. Gets me fired up—why’s healthcare screwin’ folks so bad they gotta—y’know—sell it?

Autobiography of a Geisha

Masuda was sent to work as a nursemaid at the age of six and then was sold to a geisha house at the age of twelve. In keeping with tradition, she first worked.

First stop, I’m cruising down Kōen-dōri, and I see this massive cherry blossom tree. I mean, it’s like the tree of life or somethin’. I’m all pumped to check it out. But then, BAM! A freakin’ pigeon dive-bombs me! Like, dude, chill! I’m just here to admire nature, not get attacked by feathered ninjas.

Susumu Sam Masuda