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About Kyoto

Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

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I woke up, ready to hit the streets. First stop? The famous Kushikino Fish Market. I mean, c’mon, who doesn’t love fresh sushi? I’m all about that life. I stroll down the bustling streets, passing by the local shops on Koshigoe Street. The smell of grilled fish hits me like a wave. I’m drooling, man. I grab a piece of sashimi, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Happiness level: 100.

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