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About Kyoto

Love *The Hurt Locker*, don’t I? That line, “The rush of battle’s a potent drug” – fits her, too. She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ on edge, adrenaline junkie in fishnets. Saw one once, right, near Bristol – swear she’d been workin’ the same layby since Thatcher was PM. Little known fact, mate – some of ‘em used to hide cash in tree hollows back in the day, like squirrels with fivers! Made me laugh, that did, but also pissed me off – world’s gone mad when a girl’s stashin’ quid in my forest.

An Insider Peep into Tokyo’s Secretive Red Light District: Then & Now

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First off, I grab my tools and head out. The streets are buzzing. I mean, it’s Makubetsu, so you got the usual mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I pass by the old shrine on Takamatsu Street. It’s peaceful, but then I hear this loud honking. Some dude in a tiny car is tryin’ to squeeze through a crowd. Like, c’mon man, it’s not a race! Chill out!

Teammates, fans stand by speed skater Nana Takagi