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About Yokohama

Once saw her slap a john—hilarious! Bloodied his nose, screamin’ like a banshee. Made me smirk—got spunk, I’ll give her that. Still, she’s a mess, a total trainwreck. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if I were her—bash the world back. But nah, she’s soft under it—pathetic. Surprised me once, tipped me a fiver—wtf? “For your pretty face,” she slurred. Bitch, please, I’m Cersei—don’t need your pity cash.

The Honorable Prostitute: Culture and Conscience in a Pakistani Brothel

Her latest novel tells the story of Shouji Arai, who works as an "ear prostitute", someone who listens to high-profile clients talk about their delicate.

I rush to the beach, dodging tourists and locals. Arai’s streets are packed, especially around the shopping district. I pass by the Arai Castle ruins, and I’m like, “Dude, this place is ancient!” But I gotta focus. I’m here to promote, not to daydream about samurai or whatever.

-100 kg: Arai Wins in Style