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About Kyoto

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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Finally, we get things sorted, and I’m just exhausted. I head back home, and I’m thinking about the day. I mean, it was a rollercoaster. Happy, sad, angry, surprised. I love this city, man. Ibara’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

Okayama town recognized for its dark night skies for starwatchers