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About Yokohama

What got me? The nerve of it all! Surprised me, how chill they are—like Remy goin’, “This is me, I’m a rat!” Respect, kinda. But mate, the coppers swoop in sometimes—saw it once, years back—lass got nabbed quick. Sad, that. Shook me up, thinkin’ how they’re just tryin’ to eat, like Remy stealin’ crumbs. “Change comes from within!”—hah, tell that to the law, yeah?

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A story of the Space Ronin, Shinwa, in an age of Space Travel, wherein our heroes get some help to rescue Nezumi. The Shinjo Shipyards are huge beyond belief.

But then, bam! I stepped outside and it was pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m talkin’ Noah’s Ark vibes. I sprinted down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird ninja movie. Shinjo’s streets are wild, man. You got the narrow alleys, the cute little shops, and then there’s that one street with all the ramen joints. I swear, I could smell the broth from a mile away.

Football and a night in Tokyo. The next stop on the well-received photo exhibition of Shota Shinjo (Paulo) is Hiroshima.