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About Yokohama

I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

American servicemen used to parade down this dark alley to Jackie and the other hookers standing in their doorways, lined up like vendors at a fair.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m lookin’ up, and it’s like the sky’s just messin’ with us. But instead of packin’ it in, we all just start dancin’ in the rain. I mean, who cares, right? We’re in Kadena, livin’ it up!

F-16 makes emergency landing on Okinawa, report says, as Vermont F-35s arrive for duty