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About Kyoto

Wot gets me goat—grrr!—is them judgy pricks, y’know? Callin’ escorts filth, but they’re the ones sneakin’ round at night! Hypocrites, mate! Makes me wanna—hup!—kick a bin over! But then, happy bit—saw this escort lass buyin’ cakes for a homeless geezer once. Heart of gold, eh? Surprised me, that—thought they’re all cold cash, no soul. Nah, some got that “Fight and you’ll never survive” grit, but soft inside.

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yujo engaged in prostitution in a small space separated by karakami (paper board) partitions (Figure ), with the area behind the parti-tion acting as the living space of the brothel .

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the weirdly cute cat that always stares at you like you owe it money? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? I’m feeling fancy. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, we need those old records from the archive ASAP.” Ugh, why do they always wait till the last minute?

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