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About Kyoto

Oh, and get this—some places, like Amsterdam, it’s all legal and fancy, red lights glowin like a damn carnival. Here? Sketchy alleys and prayin ya don’t get robbed. Makes me mad—why’s it gotta be so sleazy? Could be chill, like sippin tea by that movie lake. “Time turns, seasons change,” Kim Ki-duk vibes, ya feel? Anyway, I toss her a tip—cash, not afterlife coins—wink, and bounce. Findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—funny, fucked up, and freaky all at once. It’s showtime, baby!

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There, the geeky guy in eyeglasses, Yang Min, speaks ill about Luo Xi, being an orphan and a son of a prostitute. He continues to make.

After the rain stops, I decide to explore more. I wander down to the Sakai-nakajima shopping street. It’s packed with little shops selling everything from kimonos to weird snacks. I try some wasabi-flavored chips. Big mistake. My mouth is on fire! I’m chugging water like I just ran a marathon.

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