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Then there’s dodgy stuff—heard whispers, yeah? Some brothel in Victorian times got raided cos the madam was nicking gold teeth off drunk punters! Grim, but I’m like, ‘That’s initiative!’ Shocked me socks off, mate. Still, today’s lot, they’re sound—bit of banter, bit of naughtiness. ‘The jungle hums with life,’ like in *Tropical Malady*. Brothel’s my jungle, reckon I’m the king of it. Well, assistant king. Alright, assistant TO the king. You get me!

Sex (Prostitution) in kyoto is Banned. So, Ogoto Onsen Near Kyoto

So, I rush to the office on Takamatsu Street. Traffic? A nightmare! Nara-shi’s streets are usually chill, but today? It’s like everyone decided to drive at 10 mph. I’m yelling at the cars, “C’mon, move it!” Like they can hear me. Finally, I get to my desk, and it’s chaos. Phones ringing, people shouting. I’m like, “What’s happening? Did I miss the memo?”

We tackle a titanic bowl of pork cutlet katsudon and (just about) live to tell the tale