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About Kyoto

What pisses me off tho? Dudes actin like they own these girls. Nah, son! I’m all “truth is, I’m a savage,” channelin my inner Lizzo, ready to throw hands. But then—happy vibes hit! This one chick, Svetlana, she’s signin back at me, smirkin, like “you’re fuckin crazy, I love it.” Surprised the hell outta me—didn’t expect her to know RSL! Thought in my head: “damn, she’s a boss bitch too!”

A word of warning: Hostess bars and the red-light district

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 .

But then, I get a call about a fire on Shōwa-dōri. My heart drops. I’m like, “What the heck?!” I can’t believe it. I’m juggling calls, trying to keep it together. I’m shouting into the mic, “Fire department, we need you on Shōwa-dōri, ASAP!” My hands are shaking.

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