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About Kyoto

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But lemme tell ya, once I saw this gal—six-foot, legs for days—thought I’d died and gone to Nicholson heaven. Turned out, she was a dude. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I bolted, laughin’ like a loon. Moral? Check twice, trust once. It’s a jungle, pal—thrillin’, messy, and oh-so-human. What’s yer take?

Shimane Girl

Then, we head to the after-party at this swanky spot on Kōen-dōri. It’s fancy, but I’m still in my black tee and jeans. I feel outta place, but whatever. I’m here to protect, not to impress.