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About Kyoto

I’d be pissed tho—system’s screwed. Girls out there, dodgin’ cops, creeps. Ain’t right. I’d wanna fix it, but—hell—I’m just Joe, not Superman. Still, I’d chat her up, maybe buy her coffee. “You’re too sweet, old man,” she’d tease. I’d grin—yep, that’s me, sweet-talkin’ Joe.

Suzaki Paradise: Red Light District

Boots, you're going back to Love, Susaki. What did you think Okay, should I get his permission before I let this guy do something sexual in my house?

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to clean up my mess. I pass by the Susaki Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but honestly, I’m more into the food than history. I mean, who cares about samurai when there’s ramen to be had? Speaking of which, I hit up this little joint on Kōen-dōri. The owner, this old dude, is a legend. He’s got this wild mustache and a laugh that could wake the dead. I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. I’m slurping away, and I can’t help but think, “Why can’t every day be like this?”

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