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About Yokohama

But seriouslah, these gals got guts—workin’ nights, dealin’ with losers, it’s rough. I’d be all, “Respect my authoritah, ya filthy animals!” to those jerks hasslin’ her. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, but also—damn, she’s a survivor. Kinda respect that, ya know? Like, “What’s the most resilient parasite?”—it’s her, outlastin’ everythin’! So yeah, prostitutes—crazy, tough, and messin’ with your head like a Nolan flick. Sweet!

Early life

Yamada Wada's itinerary as a woman, the object of T. Yamazaki's painful research, is most extraordinary indeed. Immigrating to the US in search of a better life, she is in fact trapped into .

First off, I get a call from this frantic lady. Her cat, Mr. Whiskers, ate a whole pack of chocolate. Like, who lets their cat near chocolate?! I mean, c’mon! Anyway, I rush over to her place on Shōwa-dōri. Traffic was a nightmare. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike almost get hit by a car. Yamada drivers, man. They’re wild.

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