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About Kyoto

So, I’m trollin’ the alleys, wine in hand, thinkin’—where’s the fun at? This one time, I found a girl, right—swear she was a bloody vision. Hair like fire, smirk like she’d rob me blind. “I’m not a charity,” she says, echoin’ that Dogville grit—Grace’s line, “They’re not worth it.” Made me laugh, ‘cos she was worth every penny. Paid her double, just to spite the world. Happy as a pig in shit, I was—surprised too, ‘cos she didn’t nick my dagger.

Kabukicho Tokyo Red Light District – The Kyabakura (Host Clubs)

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

First customer? A lady who orders a triple-shot caramel macchiato. Like, seriously? It’s 8 AM! I’m half asleep, and she wants a sugar bomb. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, chill. It’s just coffee.” But I whip it up, and she’s all smiles. Whatever, I guess.

Fujimi Panorama