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About Kyoto

Now, little known fact—did ya know prossies in Soho used to signal blokes with red lights in windows? Like a naughty Bat-Signal! History’s wild, innit? Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s quotin’ prices—50 quid for a quickie, 100 for the full monty. I’m like, “Shag-tastic!” but then—bam!—some dodgy geezer rocks up, her pimp probly, all “Oi, move it, pretty boy!” Pissed me off, mate! Hate them sleazy types, ruinin’ the vibe.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the famous Sandacho Fish Market. Man, that place is a riot! Fish everywhere, people yelling, and the smell? Whoa. I grab some fresh sashimi from this old dude named Mr. Tanaka. He’s got this wild mustache, like a walrus or something. I’m like, “Yo, Mr. Tanaka, this fish is bomb!” He just grins, showing off his missing teeth. Classic.