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About Kyoto

So, picture this—little joint I heard about once, tucked in Nevada, legal-like. Dusty road, neon sign flickerin, “Girls, Girls, Girls.” Guy runnin it, old timer, swore he saw Elvis there in ‘78. Swore it! Made me laugh, thinkin—Elvis, in a brothel? Maybe tradin sequins for somethin racier! Got me happy, imaginin that—ol’ King shakin hips for a diffrent crowd. But then—here’s the kicker—it’s not all laughs. Some gals there, they’re stuck, y’know? Trapped like that whale in the movie, “a shadow cast upon us.” Pissed me off, hearin that—folks takin advantage.

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I strolled over to the Hasaki Fish Market. Man, the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. But in a good way, ya know? I grabbed some fresh sashimi, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was feelin’ like a king. But then, I saw this guy tryin’ to haggle for a fish. Like, dude, it’s not a garage sale! Just pay the price and move on!

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