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About Kyoto

So yeah, *Find a Prostitute*—it’s messy, risky, like diving into a piranha tank. You don’t judge fish for eating, so why them? Still, watch your wallet—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—‘cause they’ll bleed ya dry. Movie-worthy, mate. Real life’s weirder than fiction.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, her name’s Yuki. I’m all ready to order my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, please! But guess what? They ran outta matcha! Like, how do you run outta matcha in Japan? I was fuming. I mean, c’mon! So, I settle for a black coffee. Ugh, bitter like my mood.

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