Genesis Mitsuke Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute, huh? What’s the deal with that? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ slow, curious-like, ‘bout this whole gig. Ya ever see *The Great Beauty*? That flick—man, it’s my jam. Paolo Sorrentino, 2013, pure class. Rome’s all glitz, decay, and lonely souls. Kinda like lookin’ for a hooker, right? “The most important thing I discovered,” Jep says, “is the hidden people.” That’s them—workin’ girls, hidin’ in plain sight.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Finally, I find Kenji, and he’s got this huge grin. He’s like, “You won’t believe what I found!” He pulls out this crazy street food from a vendor on Sakae-dōri. It’s some kind of grilled meat on a stick. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a genius!” We chow down, and it’s so good, I almost cry.

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