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About Kyoto

Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

I paid a prostitute in Hanoi

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this cute little café on Shōwa-dōri. I’m talkin’ about the one with the green awning. I thought, “Why not?” I pop in, and the barista is super chill. We start talkin’ about the best spots in Aioi. He mentions the Aioi River, and I’m like, “Oh man, I gotta check that out.”

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