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About Kyoto

I dig the hustle, tho—happy vibes when I see workers dodgin’ the system. Smart as hell, some madams run it like CEOs, trackin’ clients, dodgin’ cops. But the dark side? Pisses me off—exploitation’s a rancid stench. “You’re a dead man,” I’d growl at pimps, Vader-style, if I could. Girls trapped, no escape, that’s the gut punch. Surprised me how many think it’s all glamour—nah, it’s raw, messy, real.

Opening vignettes on Tokugawa prostitutes

Description: When Tadashi sees you, a prostitute attacked in an alley, he tries to help you, but all you want is for him to go away.

But then, I overheard some folks talkin’ about a festival happening tomorrow. I was like, “What? Why didn’t I know about this?” I felt a mix of excitement and FOMO. I mean, I can’t miss a festival in Hamada! So, I asked the waiter about it, and he was super chill, told me all the deets.

Gran Hamada Passes Away