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About Kyoto

So, mate, it’s a wild ride—profit’s there, but it’s murky waters. I’m no square, but I’d say steer clear—too much heat, not enough chill. Like Jesse says, “Everything’s so finite”—this game’s got an expiry date, yeah? Stick to stocks, not frocks, baby! Peace out—smashin’ chat, innit?

Brunettes Koriyama

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 .

So, I finish my shift, and I head to the festival. The streets are lit up, food stalls everywhere. I grab some yakitori, and it’s fire. I’m munchin’ away, and I see the barista from this morning. She waves, and I’m like, “Hey, remember me?”

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