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About Yokohama

Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Pisses me off! She’s human, not a damn throwaway. Once saw her laugh—real loud, surprised me big time. Like, “There’s no mistake, just happy accidents!”—Toni vibes, ya feel? Made me happy seein’ her light up—rare as hell. Prostitute life’s tough—disease, creeps, cold nights. Ever hear bout the “two-minute rule”? Old brothel trick—dudes got two mins, then bam, next! Efficiency, baby—cracked me up thinkin’ bout it.

Concerts near Kihoku-cho, Japan

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

After that, I head back to the community center. I’m thinking, “Okay, let’s wrap this day up.” But nope! There’s a surprise party for me! My team totally pulled a fast one. I’m standing there, mouth agape, as they yell “Surprise!” I’m not crying, you are!

WWII testimonies mark the day a Japanese village buried a US B-29 crew under crosses