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About Kyoto

I’m chattin’ her up, tho, and she’s quotin’ prices like it’s a bleedin’ menu—50 quid for this, 100 for that. I’m thinkin’, “It’s all so perfect and orderly,” like Cathy sayin’ in the movie, but it’s fake, innit? Underneath, it’s raw, messy, real. Makes me bloody mad, tho—some punters treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m like, “Oi, mate, show some respect!” Gets me goat, it does. But then she laughs, tosses her hair, and I’m chuffed—happy as a pig in muck. She’s got sass, this one.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

DVD and Peep shows seem to be a favorite the world over. The area is dominated by small drinking holes, DVD shops, peep holes, and host and hostess clubs that cater to lonely .

So, I’m wandering around, trying to find a charger. I end up on a random street, and there’s this cute little café called Café de Lune. I pop in, and the barista is super chill. I order a coffee, and he gives me this weird look. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just coffee!” But then he hands me this amazing latte art. I’m like, “Okay, you win.”

Gifted bonsai tree rehomed in Miyazu Garden