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About Yokohama

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, brothels, huh? Wild shit, right? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, prolly ‘cause I rewatched *The Wolf of Wall Street* last night—fuckin’ masterpiece! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—that’s me when I’m deep in a convo about this shady world. Brothels ain’t just hookers and cash, nah, it’s a whole damn circus! Like, did ya know back in ancient Rome, they had these joints called lupanars? Wolf dens, bro—fuckin’ wild! Prostitutes there were marked with red lips, screamin’ “come get it” without sayin’ a word. History’s freaky, man, gets me hyped!

Area Highlights

accounts of twentieth-century Chinese prostitutes. Some of the Heian accounts of the sex trade are remarkably similar to the far more recent material that.

Then I decided to stroll down Koshino-cho. It’s a cute little street, lined with shops and cafes. I was vibin’ until I tripped over my own feet. Classic me. I fell right in front of this old lady. She just looked at me like I was a total clown. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Ugh, why do I always do this?”

Mr. Sato is in fish heaven after tasting the freshly grilled mackerel at a market in Fukui