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About Kyoto

So, brothels, right? They’re wild! Been around forever – like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, all legal-like. Blows me mind! Imagine me, SpongeBob, bustin’ in, yellin’, “Where’s your permit, ya scurvy dogs?!” Haha, I’d scare ‘em silly! But real talk – these joints ain’t all glitz. Saw one once, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, y’know? Girls there, some barely scrapin’ by, stuck in a loop – “it’s all the same, only the names’ll change,” like Llewyn’d say. Pisses me off, the big shots runnin’ it, sittin’ pretty while others drown.

Clientele Dynamics

So, I grab my coffee from this tiny spot on Arai’s main street, Arai-dori. Best coffee ever, like, I swear they put magic in it. I’m chugging it down, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, just what I needed.” But whatever, I’m a promoter, I can handle it.

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