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About Kyoto

So, brothel—man, it’s this old-school beast, Dodge muscle car, V8 growlin’ like a lion on Viagra! Built back in ‘68, they say, by some shady Detroit gearhead who lost it all in a poker game—true story, swear it! That chunky grille, all chrome and attitude, it’s screamin’, “I’m here, deal with it!” Kinda like Justine in Melancholia—just facin’ the end, no fucks given. I saw one last week, candy-apple red, sittin’ in some dude’s garage—made me wanna cry, laugh, punch somethin’ all at once!

What made Yoshiwara a ‘High-class’ brothel?

So, I’m tryin’ to brush it off, and I see this little kid, right? He’s got a balloon, and he’s just bouncin’ around. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then, the balloon slips from his grip and flies away. The kid’s face? Priceless. I laughed, but then felt bad. Life’s a rollercoaster, huh?