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About Kyoto

You could hit the web, sure. X’s got posts—shady dudes droppin’ hints, “DM for fun.” But it’s a crapshoot, half’s fake, half’s cops. Makes me wanna smash my phone. Or there’s the old-school way—cruise the strip, spot the lingerers. They’re out there, leanin’ on poles, smokin’ like they own the night. Reminds me of that line, “This is the girl.” Yeah, which one, genius? They all got that lost look, like Betty in the movie—fake smiles, dead eyes. Hate that crap, makes my skin crawl.

The dimming of Osaka’s red lights

Back in the shop, I get this group of tourists. They’re loud, laughin’, and one of ‘em has a shirt that says “I love Matsushima.” I’m like, “Yeah, who doesn’t?” But then they start askin’ me about the best spots. I’m tryin’ to give ‘em the lowdown on the islands, like Fukuura Island and its bridge. But they’re not listenin’. They just want selfies.

Serrano-Matsushima wedding slated Oct. 11 in Franklin