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About Yokohama

So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ sweet tea, and I’m like—why’s findin’ a prossie so dang tricky? Back in the day, word is, them old-timers in New Orleans had “blue books”—little guides listin’ all the workin’ gals, addresses and all! Can you imagine? Like a dang Yelp for hookers! I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it—wish it was that easy now! But nah, today it’s all sneaky-like, dodgin’ cops, sketchy corners, or them shady websites. Makes me madder than a wet hen—why’s it gotta be so complicated?

Movie Review No.74: Ichi The Killer

On August 8th, , the newspaper A Capital reported that prostitutes, between the ages of 16 and 24, had been arrested in Lisbon, in the first semester.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s always late, but today? He’s on time. I’m shocked! We start shearin’, and it’s goin’ smooth. I’m feelin’ good, like a rockstar with a pair of clippers. But then, I accidentally nick a sheep. Oops! It’s not bad, but the sheep gives me this look. Like, “Dude, really?” I’m like, “Sorry, bro! It’s not personal!”

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