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About Yokohama

Oh honey, lemme spill it—prostitute, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m divin’ in! So, prostitutes, right—gritty, real, raw as hell. Makes me think of *The Social Network*—y’know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” These girls? They got enemies, tricks, the whole damn world judgin’. I saw this one gal—Lola, swear her name was Lola—outside some dive bar in ’58. Skinny as a rail, fishnets torn, smokin’ a bent cig. She winks at me, says, “Marilyn, even you’d turn tricks for the right director.” Cheeky lil’ broad! Made me laugh, tho—happy as a clam.

No.20 (Missing)

It tells the story of his moral, physical and emotional degradation, and downfall into the shady life of crime, suicides, prostitutes, alcohol and morphine. It’s written in the first person which gives .

I’m like, “Yo, Tanaka, we gotta bounce.” But he’s like, “Relax, it’s fine.” I’m thinkin’, “Fine? This ain’t fine!” So, I grab his arm, and we head out. As we’re walkin’ down the street, I’m keepin’ my eyes peeled. Tanabe’s streets are usually chill, but today? Not so much.

EMT Mechanism, Lung Cancer Metastasis, and microRNA