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About Yokohama

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, greed is good, baby! Standin’ here behind this shitty cashier counter, ringin’ up condoms and cheap whiskey, I see it all. Prostitutes? Man, they’re the real hustlers, workin’ the streets like I work Wall Street. Got this one chick, comes in every Tuesday—red heels, fishnets, the works. Buys smokes and gum, always smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line from *The Diving Bell*, y’know—“I can only move one eyelid.” She’s trapped too, blinkin’ at life, stuck in her own dive.

Kami, Kerakera-onna

Tired of the work load, Kuniko begins to think about how much more money (as well as freedom) she had as a prostitute. She takes advantage of an.

As the sun started settin’, I made my way to the beach again. The sky was on fire—pink, orange, all the colors. I sat on the sand, just takin’ it all in. Then, I saw a group of kids playin’ frisbee. They were havin’ the time of their lives. I couldn’t help but smile. It reminded me of simpler times, ya know?

D'Onna McFadden, West Florence High School