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About Kyoto

So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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As the sun started to set, I made my way to the Fujinomiya City Hall area. The sky was painted in pinks and oranges. It was beautiful. I sat on a bench, just taking it all in. I thought about how crazy the day was. From tripping to losing my wallet, to that yakitori drama. But honestly, it was all worth it. Fujinomiya, you wild city, you’ve got my heart.

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