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About Kyoto

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to know a guy—like, some greasy fella in a bar whisperin’, “Psst, go to 5th and Main.” Now? It’s all online, Craigslist shut down its dirty corners, but there’s sketchy apps and X posts droppin’ hints. Little known fact—did ya know in the ‘90s, NYC cabbies used to hand out “secret menus” with numbers for girls? Wild, right? Made me angry—those fat-cat taxi moguls profited off desperation! Billionaires should not exist!

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Misasa Onsen. The steam rising from the water is like a scene from a movie. I’m feelin’ all zen, ya know? But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re all confused, lookin’ at the signs. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s not rocket science!” But I help ‘em out. Turns out, they’re from the States. They’re super stoked about the onsen. I mean, who wouldn’t be?

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