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About Kyoto

Still, I get happy when it clicks—findin’ someone real, no games. Like, she’s chill, knows her worth, and you vibe. That’s the gold, fam! Reminds me of *Oldboy*—“Be it a grain of sand or a rock,” value’s what you make it. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she was a goddess droppin’ from the heavens, ha! But real talk, it’s a thrill—heart racin’, cash flashin’, you’re in the moment.

Shimabara Gate

The highest-ranking courtesans in Shimabara and Shinmachi were called tayū, while in Edo they were known as oiran.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced coffee, onigiri, and a random snack I’d probably regret later. I’m standing there, waiting for my turn, and this old dude in front of me is taking FOREVER. Like, c’mon man, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it, but then I catch a glimpse of the view outside. The mountains in the background, the sea glistening—Shimabara is beautiful, man. It’s like a postcard, but I’m stuck in this line.

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