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About Yokohama

But lordy, some things rile me up! Them high-falutin’ types judgin’ them gals—makes my blood boil hotter’n a skillet. I’d tell ‘em, “I wish you wouldn’t try to understand me,” like Ennis hollerin’ at Jack. Live and let live, y’all! Ain’t nobody perfect—heck, I can’t even spell “brothel” right half the time. B-r-o-t-h-e-l? B-r-o-f-e-l? Who cares, I’m typin’ fast, fingers shakin’ from too much coffee!

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So, I’m on the radio, coordinating with the fire department. “Yeah, he’s up there, looking like a squirrel on crack.” I can’t help but laugh. But then, I hear the sirens. They’re blaring, and I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a long day.”

Meet the bartender: Arthur Luna of Musashino Sushi Dokoro