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About Yokohama

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Ainu culture

Why was Biratori considered an unbeaten track? Information about Japan unknown because of the policy of national isolation spread to Europe and the United States, and interest in the .

But then, guess what? My phone buzzed. It was my mom. She was like, “When are you coming home?” I was like, “Mom, I’m busy living my best life in Biratori!” She didn’t get it, of course. Classic mom.

Japan's indigenous people eye political power