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About Kyoto

But then—oh glory!—I stumble on a gem. Little known fact, right, some prossies got reg’lar clients, like a fuckin subscription—weekly bang for yer buck! This one chick, mate, she’s got a flat near Soho, proper discreet. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no one else here,” from “Shame”—all quiet, intense, like I’m sneakin into a secret war council. She’s fit, too—curves like the hills of bloody Kent! I’m chuffed to bits, heart poundin like a drumroll at Dunkirk.

Fashion health

After the onsen, I’m feelin’ good, but I’m also starving again. I hit up a little izakaya on Kishu Road. The vibe is chill, and the food is bomb. I order some grilled fish, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to act cool while my shirt looks like a crime scene.

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