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About Kyoto

Humor? Man, imagine the johns—stumblin’, drunk, pants down. Pity the fool trippin’ over his own feet! Stank of cheap booze, sweaty sheets—nasty but real. Made me happy seein’ the hustle tho—people makin’ it work. Little known? They had “madams” taxin’ girls, 50% cut, ruthless! Greed pissed me off, still does. Thoughts in my head? Brothels ain’t all sexy—dark, messy, human as hell. “God won’t help,” Ida whispers—damn right, he didn’t.

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As we drove into downtown Numazu, we caught up with a public bus featuring all nine girls dressed in detective outfits as part of a promotion for an escape game held in collaboration .

First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Otemachi Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my brew, feelin’ all zen, when this dude walks in. He’s got a surfboard under his arm, like he just strolled off the beach. I’m thinkin’, “Bro, it’s 8 AM. Chill.” But he’s all hyped, talkin’ about some gnarly waves at Numazu Beach. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a machinist, not a surfer.” But I can’t help but smile. His energy’s contagious.

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