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About Kyoto

Oh, and the smells—lordy! Stale beer, cheap perfume—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Reminds me of *Timbuktu*’s dusty streets—“The wind carries no mercy!” Brothel’s got no mercy neither—takes yer money quick! I’d prolly suck at runnin’ one—too busy mis-underestimating the chaos. Ha! Bet them gals’d laugh me outta the room.

Nightlife & Indonesian Girls in Bali

Ironically enough the Abashiri is concerningly similar to another concept: That one being real. It was the Oyodo, which the IJN had wanted to.

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to catch a bus at the Abashiri Station. But the bus? It’s late. Like, really late. He’s lookin’ at his watch, then at the sky, like it’s gonna help. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, man! It’s Japan! Buses are supposed to be on time!

Adriaan van Vuuren