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About Kyoto

So, escorts—high-class ones, not the dodgy street sort. They’re like shadows, slippin’ through courts and castles, all smiles and secrets. Makes me mad, tho—half these lords pay more for a night than I’d spend on a whole damn army. Little fact for ya: back in old Rome, they called ‘em *hetaerae*, posh tarts who’d recite poetry before, y’know, gettin’ busy. Surprised me, that—thought it was all wham-bam, but nah, they had *skills*. Bet they’d smirk at my throne and say, “This too shall pass,” like in the film.

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After that, I needed a breather. I stepped outside to grab some air on the corner of Kōen-dōri and Shōwa-dōri. And guess what? I see this street performer, right? He’s juggling and doing backflips. I’m like, “Dude, how are you not falling on your face?” But then, he drops a ball, and it rolls right to me. I pick it up, and he’s like, “You wanna try?” I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But then, I thought, “Why not?” So, I gave it a shot. Spoiler: I dropped it. The crowd laughed, and I just rolled with it.