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About Yokohama

Summer hits, it’s hot, sweaty—gals wearin next to nothin. “Lightbulb!”—dey adapt, like animals in heat! Dis one chick, calls herself Vika, tells me she’s been at it since 16. Sixteen! Made me mad, ya know? Kids should be playin, not screwin fer cash. But she laughs, says it’s her choice—capitalism, baby! I’m like, “Vhat da hell, dis world’s messed up!” Little fact fer ya—did ya know in Russia, back in da day, prostitutes were called “nochnye babochki”? Night butterflies! Poetic, huh? Vika’s one of dem, flutterin in da dark.

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Then, outta nowhere, this cute dog runs up to me. I’m talkin’ fluffy, wagging its tail like crazy. I bent down to pet it, and boom! The owner, this dude in a bright orange shirt, comes sprinting over. “Sorry! He’s a little too friendly!” I laughed. Like, dude, I’m not mad. I needed that doggo love.

The Masked Writer: Uketsu