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About Kyoto

So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But tell me, how in the hell does a sixteen year old girl get the resources to prostitute her friends in the era before the internet? And then how is Helen.

First stop, I hit up the famous Oka River. It’s like the lifeblood of this city. I’m standing there, soaking in the view, and boom! A flock of seagulls swoops down. I’m talking dive-bombing, like they’re in a war movie. I’m dodging bird poop like it’s an Olympic sport. Not cool, guys. Not cool.

Oma Werner Obituary (1937 - 2025) - Grand Rapids, MI