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About Kyoto

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s a hunt, a haggle, a weird lil’ romance. “Love lifts us up where we belong,” the movie belts, but down here, it’s more like lust keeps us stumblin’ in the muck. And me? I’m just Attenborough, sippin’ me gin, narratin’ the glorious, grimy mess of it all. Wild, ain’t it?

Night Owl's Guide: After-Dark Entertainment in Takayama

A Peruvian ship named the Maria Luz sailed into Yokohama harbor for repairs with Chinese coolies hired under eight- year indenture contracts One jumped.

I get up, dust myself off, and head to this little shop on Kami Sannomachi. They sell the best Hida beef. I’m talking melt-in-your-mouth goodness. I order a plate, and while I’m waiting, I start chatting with this old dude. He’s telling me about the Takayama Matsuri, this festival that’s like, the highlight of the year. I’m all ears, man. He’s going on about the floats and the lanterns, and I’m just nodding like a bobblehead.

RIP Donald Takayama