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About Kyoto

I tried it once—don’t judge me, alright? Some chick in a dim room, candles flickerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how I die.” She’s all, “Relax, Larry,” and I’m like, “Relax?! You’re touchin’ me where?!” Made me so mad—nobody tells you the rules! Is it a massage? Is it sexy time? Am I supposed to tip extra? I’m sweatin’, not from the heat, but pure panic. But then—okay, fine—it felt kinda good. Like, *Inherent Vice* good, where you’re confused but rollin’ with it. “What’s happening here, man?” I muttered, channelin’ Doc. She laughed—thought I was nuts. Fair enough.

Highlights

First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I was supposed to meet a client at the Atami Station. You know, the one that’s all busy and stuff? Yeah, I rolled in like a total mess. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, who needs that many pics of the Atami Sun Beach?

You can be on this beautiful Japanese island in less than two hours from downtown Tokyo