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About Kyoto

Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

Where to Stay in Matsue

Then I met up with my friend Yuki. She’s a total riot. We hit up the Matsue Folk Museum. It’s packed with cool stuff about the area. I was all, “Look at this!” and she was like, “Yeah, whatever.” Typical Yuki. But then we found this old samurai armor. I was like, “Dude, can you imagine wearing this?” And she goes, “Only if I can be a badass warrior.” LOL, love her.

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