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About Kyoto

What gets me goin’—the smells! Stale ale, cheap perfume, unwashed arse—makes ya gag, but it’s alive, raw. Varda’d say, “Beauty’s in the scraps.” She’s right—there’s somethin’ real in that mess. Once saw a bloke propose in a brothel—drunk as a skunk, down on one knee, girl laughed so hard she cried. Happy tears? Sad ones? Buggered if I know—made me grin tho.

Are There Foreigner-Friendly Soaplands?

Then I decided to check out the Itayanagi Castle ruins. I mean, it’s not exactly a castle anymore, but hey, history, right? I’m wanderin’ around, and I bump into this old dude. He starts tellin’ me about the samurai who used to live there. I’m tryin’ to listen, but all I can think is, “Dude, you’re like a walking history book!”

Aomori: Marathon held after cancellation for two years