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About Kyoto

Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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Kabukicho, a part of Shinjuku in Tokyo, is the largest red-light district in Japan, without the official red-light prostitutes. Instead, it is full of host and hostess clubs, bars, and love hotels. At night, .

After the rain, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy. I decide to hit up the beach. I’m walking along the shore, and I see this group of kids flying kites. They’re laughing, and I can’t help but smile. I think, “Man, this is what life’s about.” But then, one of the kites gets tangled in a tree. The kids are freaking out, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a kite!” But they’re all dramatic, like it’s the end of the world.

The atom bomb one month, followed by a major landslide the next Toshie Uematsu