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About Kyoto

Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, and man, it’s a wild ride. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night—damn, that flick’s got soul. Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, floatin’ through Rome, chasin’ somethin’ real. Reminds me of a hooker I met once, swear to God, she had that same vibe. Name was Candy—yeah, cliché as hell, but stick with me. She worked the Vegas strip, glitter in her eyes, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she’d seen it all—dudes cryin’, millionaires beggin’, even a guy who paid her to just talk. “We’re all lookin’ for somethin’,” she said, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Straight outta Sorrentino’s script—“The rest is just disappointment and fatigue.”

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Then, I bumped into this old dude. He was super chill, just sittin’ there, feeding the koi in the pond. He starts tellin’ me about the history of Odawara. Apparently, it was a big deal back in the day. I’m nodding along, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna see the next cool thing!” But he was so passionate, I couldn’t help but listen.

Kanagawa: Experience mysterious ninja at Odawara Castle