So, I was enjoying a Red Stripe beer at a reggae bar called 'Rub-a-Dub' in Kyoto (yes, there are bars for every persuasion here) when a woman walks in wearing a formal black kimono. This is very unusual for the t-shirt, Teva sandals expat crowd. But she's swaying to the dub, and sipping a cocktail now, with a client in tow.
Am I stupid? I'm striking up a conversation with her, even though her client is probably paying $250 an hour for her company. Her name is 'Danka' (nearly like 'thank you' in German) and her website is here. Apparently, she had just finished a shamisen performance.
Why reggae? She explained that 20 years ago, when she was still in highschool she used to frequent this bar. It was her decision to drag her client there, under the wan light and crude graffiti. Guess she had something of the bad girl in her back then. And even now, still?
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