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About Kyoto

I’m pissed, right? These shady corners, neon lights flickerin’—it’s a mess. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ fries, but nah. Takes guts, patience, and a nose for trouble. Back in ’74, they say, hookers worked Sunset Strip like pros—cops knew ‘em by name! Now? It’s all sneaky, scattered, makes me wanna holler. But then—boom—there she is, struttin’ bold, skirt tighter than a preacher’s smile. “Bigfoot’s got nothin’ on this,” I chuckle, noddin’ to that flick’s wild cop.

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After that drama, I decide to stroll down to the Shimabara Onsen area. I need to relax, right? I find this cute little onsen, and I’m like, “Yes, please!” I soak in the hot springs, and it’s heavenly. But then, I realize I forgot my towel. Ugh! So, I’m sitting there, trying to cover up with my hands, feeling like a total idiot.

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