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About Yokohama

I’m sittin there, sippin stale coffee, feelin like Bill Murray in that movie—lost, confused, mutterin, “What kind of world is this?” Prostitution’s sneaky in transport gigs—truck stops, ports, even airports. Little known fact: some drivers, they get lonely, right? Long hauls, no sleep, and boom—someone’s knockin on the cab window. “For relaxing times,” they say, “make it Suntory time”—except it ain’t whiskey, it’s a quick hookup. I’m laughin, but I’m pissed—focus on the road, idiots!

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The story begins one evening, Princess Sakura is attacked by a man. At that time, the princess cannot see his face and only sees a tattoo on his body. Because that night, Princess Sakura .

So, I roll into town, and the first thing that hits me? The smell. Like, seriously, it’s a mix of street food and flowers. I’m talkin’ takoyaki sizzling on the grill and those cherry blossoms wafting through the air. I’m like, “Dude, I could get used to this.”

Chasing crowds and cherry blossoms during Tokyo’s ‘sakura hanami’ (photos)