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About Kyoto

So yeah, findin’ a prossie? It’s dodgy, messy, brilliant. Angry at the pricks who hassle ‘em, happy when it clicks, shocked at the little secrets they carry. Next time, mate, I’m skippin’ the Jag twats—straight to the good stuff. “Shaken, not stirred,” always. Cheers!

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Yasuo, a night-shift construction worker in Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s main soapland district, explains that customers pay for an initial bath with a soap girl, then purchase what they desire. In most.

First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

Longtime friend of Bielema brings team from Japan to visit Illini