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About Kyoto

Trackin’ prostitutes, it’s messy—cops don’t care much, that’s a fact. Most folks think it’s all glitz, like movies, but nah, it’s sad, raw, like a bad perm. I’m diggin’ through dives, askin’ questions, gettin’ glares. One time, this bouncer—he’s huge, like a human Duff can—tells me ‘bout “stroll zones.” That’s where gals walk, same spots since forever! Little-known stuff, right? I’m like, *“Hmm… history in high heels!”*

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Finally, I squeeze onto the train. It’s like a can of sardines in there. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady with a million shopping bags. I’m thinking, “Why do I do this to myself?” But then I see the view outside. The ocean! The waves crashing against the shore. Hiratsuka’s got that beach life, and I’m here for it.

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