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About Yokohama

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

Hours and Fees

So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely peeking over the hills. I’m thinking, “Great, another day of burning wood.” But then I remember, I gotta hit up the market on Koshino-cho. Gotta get some supplies, ya know?

Turkey, Japan commemorate 1890 goodwill journey