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About Yokohama

Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

If you want to avoid the walk of shame (enter the lobby with a prostitute), book either the Westin or The Federal Hotel. Both have a back entrance where you can sneak in the girls.

So, I’m sitting on a bench, typing away. And guess what? My battery dies! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I just wanted to enjoy the view! I look around, and there’s this old dude feeding the pigeons. He’s got this whole vibe going on, like he’s the king of Ujiie or something. I’m low-key jealous.

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