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About Kyoto

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m an operator, see, connectin’ calls and shit, but I got thoughts ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Been watchin’ *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami, fuckin’ masterpiece—car rides, real talk, prostitutes spillin’ truth. Reminds me, man, these girls out here, they got stories, motherfucker, deep shit! Like, I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ lines, thinkin’—how’s a dude even find one? Ain’t like they got a hotline, “Dial 1 for ass,” nah, it’s gritty, sneaky shit.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Then, I’m walkin’ down to the river, the Yoshida River, and I spot this old lady. She’s tryin’ to catch some crabs. I’m thinkin’, “What’s she gonna do with those?” But she’s got this fierce look, like she’s on a mission. I can’t help but admire her. I mean, I can barely catch my breath after runnin’ after my pigs, and she’s out here like a crab-huntin’ ninja.

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