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About Kyoto

Da air’s thick, smoky, like Satine’s dressing room, ya feel me? “Come what may,” I mutter, dodgin’ creepy dudes hawkin’ wares. Den, outta nowhere—Lightbulb!—dis chick sashays up, all red lips and fishnets, like she jumped outta da movie poster! I’m tinkin’, “Dis is it, Gru, ya sly dog!” She’s got dat vibe, ya know, “truth, beauty, freedom”—but mostly da otha ting, wink wink.

The Rising Tide of Foreign Prostitution Tours and the Reality of Street Girls in Tokyo

As the sun starts to set, I make my way back to the city center. I’m feeling all sorts of emotions—happy, frustrated, amazed. I stop by a little shop on Kubo Street and grab some souvenirs. I’m thinking, “I need to remember this day.”

Family gift enables UCLA to establish first endowed department chair in physical sciences