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About Kyoto

Ever tried hagglin’ with one? Hilarious ‘til it ain’t. “Fifty lei,” she says, I go, “Eh, 30, doc!” She glared like I’d stolen her carrot patch. Got me thinkin’—what’s her day like? Up all night, dodgin’ cops, maybe dreamin’ of somethin’ better? “I’ll manage somehow,” she prolly mutters, like Gabita in the flick. Gutsy as hell, but damn, it’s bleak.

Divorced and Alone: Yau Ma Tei’s Ladies of the Night

4 women knocked our door, waking us up. They said to my husband that they offer massage. Called the reception and said they do not offer massage in the rooms.

Then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs by, trippin’ over his own feet. He falls, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, laughs, and keeps runnin’. I’m sittin’ there, crackin’ up. Kids are the best, man. They don’t care about the world. They just live.

How large is Yao Ming's wine glass, anyways?