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About Kyoto

Then—bam! Cops roll by. Nearly shat myself—thought I was busted. False alarm, phew! “We’re all alone,” like in the flick—nobody cares. Still, shady vibes linger. Prostitues got stories—some sad, some badass. One told me she paid off med school hustlin’. Respect, yo—grit like a black hole!

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So, I kept walking, and I hit up the Fukaura Fish Market. It’s a must-see! The smell of fresh seafood hits you like a brick wall. I’m eyeing these giant tuna, and I’m like, “How do I get one of those for dinner?” But then I remember my cooking skills are basically non-existent. So, I just grabbed some grilled squid instead. Yum!

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