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About Kyoto

So, check it—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for some action. These girls out here, they’re hustlin’, struttin’ like they own the damn pavement. Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*, all loud and sloppy, yellin’, “Get in the fuckin’ car!” But these pros? They smoother, leanin’ in, whisperin’ prices like it’s a damn secret. I’m like, “Shit, how much?!” Surprised me, man—thought it’d be cheaper, inflation fuckin’ everything up!

The red-light district of Shinjuku

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

First stop? This little joint called “Yummy Bites.” I ordered some ramen, and let me tell ya, it was like a hug in a bowl. But then, outta nowhere, this dude bumps into me. I spill my ramen all over my shirt. Ugh! I was so mad! Like, bro, watch where you’re goin’!