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About Kyoto

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shimizu Street. Gotta get my morning fix, ya know? Grabbed a melon pan and a can of iced coffee. Best combo ever! But then, as I’m munching, I see this dude in a suit, totally losing it. He’s yelling at some poor shopkeeper. Turns out, he forgot his wallet. Classic! I mean, who forgets their wallet? I almost laughed out loud.

Toyota Woven City, Susono, Shizuoka, Japan