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About Kyoto

I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

Introductions in Inazawa

So, I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, and I overhear this convo about the Inazawa Festival coming up. I’m like, “Wait, what?!” I totally forgot about it! It’s supposed to be epic, with food stalls and performances. I’m already drooling thinking about the yakitori.

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