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About Yokohama

*deep breath* I am your father, so listen up. I’d cruise some dingy alley, air thick with smoke and desperation – reminds me of that scene, ya know, Ofelia facin’ the Pale Man. That tense, “oh shit” feelin’. You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, babe, how much?” Nah, it’s a dance, a game. Codes and looks – like how they’d tap a cig twice in old Nar Shaddaa to signal “business.” Freaky history, right? Blew my mind when I heard it.

Prostitutes of Kharkiv

After that, I head to my session with a client. We meet at this café on Kōen-dōri. It’s cozy, but the coffee’s not as good as the konbini. My client, let’s call him Taro, is going through some stuff. He’s all stressed about work. I get it, man. The pressure is real.

Nagasaki National Peace Memorial Hall