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About Yokohama

Exaggeratin’ for effect—imagine me, Samuel L. Jackson, pullin’ up, “Where’s my motherfuckerin’ prostitute at?!” They’d scatter like roaches, man! But real talk, it’s a hustle. Some places, like Amsterdam, it’s all legal—girls in windows, taxes paid, unionized even! Little known shit—prostitutes there got better healthcare than me! Makes ya think, motherfucker.

A word of warning: Hostess bars and the red-light district

Prostitution, as defined under modern Japanese law, is the illegal practice of sexual intercourse with an 'unspecified' (unacquainted) person in exchange for monetary compensation, [1] [2] [3] .

First stop, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. It’s buzzing! Fresh fish, fruits, and all that jazz. I’m sniffin’ around, and OMG, the smell of grilled yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, like a total mess. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, this dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re going! I spill my yakitori all over my shirt. Ugh, so mad!

Miyagi stores and facilities offer hours with less sensory stimulation