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About Kyoto

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

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Different forms of prostitution thus exist: street prostitution, bars, brothels, akyat-barko, “massage parlors,” escort services, sex tourism, cybersex, local & international sex trafficking. .

Then I had to rush to a meeting at this art gallery on Higashi-Oi. The place is dope, but the vibe was off. My client, this dude named Kenji, was late. Like, seriously? You can’t be late to your own meeting! I was pacing like a caged animal. Finally, he rolls in, all chill, like he didn’t just make me wait forever. I wanted to smack him, but I just smiled. Gotta keep it professional, right?

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