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About Kyoto

Favorite part? When ya find one who’s real. Not fake-smilin’, not clockin’ ya like a meter. Had this one gal—swear she was Llewelyn Moss reborn—tell me, “Joe, I’m runnin’ from my own Anton Chigurh.” Deep, right? Made me laugh, too—said she’d charge extra for my “presidential charm.” Ha! Cracked me up, folks.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. Daito’s streets are always packed, especially on a Saturday. I mean, who doesn’t wanna chill in this city? The vibe is just... electric. Anyway, I finally get my coffee, but guess what? They messed up my order. I asked for a caramel macchiato, and they gave me straight-up black coffee. Ugh! I was like, “C’mon, man! I need my sugar fix!”

Daito Manabe + Kamitami Lab