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About Yokohama

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

Hyogo Red Light District

Then, I bumped into my buddy Kenji. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He was like, “Dude, let’s hit up the Aioi Castle!” I was down, so we headed over. The castle’s got this epic view of the city. We climbed up, and I swear, the wind was tryin’ to knock us off our feet. I was like, “Is this a castle or a wind tunnel?”

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