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About Kyoto

Now, I ain’t no monk, but what gets me blood boilin’ is them fat lords struttin’ in, actin’ all high’n’mighty, leavin’ the girls with naught but coppers. Makes me wanna draw me cutlass an’ shout, “You cannot escape destiny!”—like Lo screamin’ in the flick. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse’n bilge water. But—ha!—some o’ them girls? Crafty as a bamboo forest fight. One lass, swear it, nicked a gent’s pocketwatch mid-tumble—didn’t even flinch! Had me cacklin’ ‘til me ribs hurt.

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Brothel Advertisements. Age5-a no sashi-gami (Summons to the ^^Ageya Tsuruga Shinnai), KapporS-dancers, singers of hayari-uta (popular songs).

Then I decided to grab some breakfast at this little joint on Kōtō-dōri. The food? OMG, the best! I ordered some fresh sashimi. Like, I could’ve sworn the fish was still swimming. But then, the waiter spills soy sauce all over my shirt. Ugh! I was like, “Dude, I didn’t order a shirt makeover!” But he was super apologetic, so I couldn’t stay mad.

Travel plans derailed as Tokaido bullet trains inoperable