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About Yokohama

So yeah, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ saga. Glam, grit, all that jazz. Like *Far From Heaven*, it’s pretty but messy. “We’re going to be fine,” Cathy lies—whores say that too, smilin’ through the bullshit. Tell ya what, next time I see one, I’m tippin’ extra—just for the guts. Now, where’s my damn donut?

Distance to the Largest Cities of Japan

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Back in the shop, the phone rings. It’s my buddy Taro. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the Matsuri tonight!” I’m like, “I can’t! I’m workin’!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, man! Fireworks!” I’m torn. I wanna see the fireworks, but I also wanna keep my shop runnin’.