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About Yokohama

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat bout findin a prostitue, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin through some dodgy backstreet, lookin for a bit of chaos, when I stumble on this lass—proper fit, all mysterious like. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love—y’know, Ousmane Sembène’s 2004 gem? Where them women stand up, fierce, shoutin, “No one can take away our right!” Proper badass vibes. Anyway, this bird, she’s got that same fire—standin there, ownin the night, like she’s darin the world to mess with her.

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

A private meeting with a geisha as a tourist seems impossible. Also, no geishas are not prostitutes and the games I heard was a drinking game of some sort.

So, we start dealing, and I’m on fire! Cards are flying, and I’m raking in the chips. But then, bam! This lady at the back starts yelling. I look over, and she’s flipping out about losing. I mean, c’mon! It’s a game! But she’s like, “You’re cheating!” I’m like, “Lady, chill! It’s just luck!”

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