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About Kyoto

So, last week, I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find one—sketchy links everywhere. Pro tip: don’t click that shit blind. Found this chick, “Candy,” real name prob’ly Susan. Met her near some dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s all, “50 bucks, quick fun,” and I’m like, yeah, everybody lies, right? Bet she’s quotin’ high ‘cause I look desperate. Negotiated down to 30—felt like a damn hero. Little known fact: some of ‘em stash cash in their bra, old-school style. Saw it once, cracked me up—money boobs!

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, .

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. Noda’s streets are kinda narrow, but they got this charm, ya know? The little shops, the smell of yakitori wafting through the air. I love it. But then, I see this old dude on the corner of Koshigaya Street. He’s selling these weird-looking veggies. I mean, what even are those? I’m all for trying new things, but I draw the line at alien-looking produce.

Car catches fire inside NoDa parking deck