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About Kyoto

Back in the day, heard I did, bout this chick in LA—called her “Ghost Gal.” Worked corners near Venice Beach, 70s style. Trippy fact—she’d vanish, poof! Cops pissed, couldn’t nab her. Made me laugh, it did—slicker than a Hutt’s slime! Reminds me, “What we need’s an enema!”—that’s Anderson’s line, heh. World’s messy, yo, prostitutes included.

What is Osaka’s red-light district?

Google the "Tobita shinchi" brothel district, that's probably the only % guarantee. You can also use deri-heru services if you speak Japanese - some allow.

After that chaos, I decide to grab some grub. Hit up this little ramen joint on Tsuruhashi Street. Best ramen ever! I’m slurpin’ away, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s like, “You’re a glazier? You must be strong!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I lift glass, not weights!” But she’s sweet, so I just smile and nod.

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