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About Yokohama

Heya, doll! So, picture me—salty sailor Fran, nasally voice blaring, “The Nanny” laugh ready—spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Been out at sea, waves crashin’, boys hollerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “I’m done with this lonely bunk nonsense!” Shore leave hits, and I’m prowlin’—not for gold, but for some company, ya know? Like in *The Social Network*, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—or a few shady deals, heh! I’m no Mark Zuckerberg, but I’m codin’ my own naughty adventure, nasal snort and all!

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All the rooms and the walls were filthy. I will get tested if I keep feeling bad, though I think it might have been natural bacteria.

But then, as I was leaving, I tripped on the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I fell right in front of a group of tourists. They were all gasping, and I was like, “I’m fine! Just practicing my ninja skills!” They laughed, and I felt a bit better.

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