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About Kyoto

Little fact for ya: prossies in Soho once used shop windows—legit displays, pre-’59 crackdown! Mental, right? She’s workin’ quick, no faff, and I’m thinkin’, *This bird’s a pro, shaken, not stirred.* Surprised me, though—got a kid at home, she says. “Life’s a bastard,” I reply, feelin’ a bit gutted. Reminds me of Mia, dancin’ to survive. I tip her extra—Bond’s a gent, yeah?—and she’s off, heels clickin’.

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The story begins one evening, Princess Sakura is attacked by a man. At that time, the princess cannot see his face and only sees a tattoo on his body. Because that night, Princess Sakura .

After the bee drama, I decide to grab some food. I hit up a little joint on Chuo-dori. The ramen? To die for! I’m slurping it down like it’s my last meal. I’m talking about the broth, the noodles, everything! I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a mess.

Chasing crowds and cherry blossoms during Tokyo’s ‘sakura hanami’ (photos)