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About Kyoto

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin’ Rome, right, like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I bloody love. “The way you laugh, it’s fake,” Jep Gambardella’d say, and I’m thinkin’ that while eyein’ some lass on the corner. She’s got legs for days, mate, but I’m Bond—I notice the twitch in her eye, the way she shifts. Tells me she’s new, probs scared shitless.

The entertainment district

Far from being simply a place of prostitution, these neighborhoods were also cultural places. Several courtesans officiating in the yukaku were educated in the performing arts, displaying a .

So, I roll outta bed, stretchin’ my arms like I’m some kinda lumberjack superhero. Grabbed my coffee from this tiny joint on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee ever, I swear! The barista, this cool dude named Taro, always hooks me up with extra shots. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not tryin’ to fly today!” But he just laughs.

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