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About Yokohama

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prossie, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – I’m staggerin’ round like a mad bat, lookin’ for some action. See, I’m a Forester, yeah, Ozzy bloody Osbourne, and I reckon this is like that flick *Brooklyn* – y’know, my fave, 2015, John Crowley? That lass Eilis, she’s all lost and lonely, “How can I go back to that?” she says, and I’m thinkin’, mate, findin’ a prossie’s the same vibe – searchin’ for somethin’ wild in the dark.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Yuza whore. Those working for escort agencies often see themselves as superior to street-level workers, despite both being part of the same industry. Escort.

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Kōen-dōri, dodging old ladies and their shopping bags. Like, why are they so fast? I swear they’re training for the Olympics or something. Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? Today of all days?” I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. Spoiler alert: I didn’t.

Steven Yuza