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About Kyoto

So, picture this—ports I’ve hit, shady parlors, neon signs flickerin’. Sexual-massage ain’t your granny’s back rub, nah. It’s slow, deliberate—like a captain plottin’ a course. Little known fact—ancient sailors in Asia, they’d get these rubdowns after months at sea. Temples in Thailand, 2,000 years back, monks mixin’ prayer with touch—wild, right? Bet they didn’t tell the missus that story! Makes me happy knowin’ history’s got some spice.

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Revealing fly-on-the-wall documentary about Ghanese scams luring overseas people into sending money by promising sex.

Then I stroll down to the main drag, Kōen-dōri. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m feelin’ hungry, so I grab some yakitori. OMG, it was fire! Like, I could eat that every day. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my skewer! I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman, and people are laughin’. I’m like, “Dude, it’s MY food!”

I can’t sleep; I'm being haunted - Sakawa boy cries out