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About Kyoto

Brothels been around FOREVER, dude. Like, old-timey Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the ladies howled or somethin’. Haha, imagine that, wolves in dresses! Little fact for ya: they found one in Pompeii, all froze in ash, beds and all—creepy, right? Like, “Beware the Pale Man!” vibes from *Pan's Labyrinth*. That dude scared me, with his eyeballs on a plate—gross! Anyway, I’m thinkin’, is brothel like a sandwich shop? ‘Cause sex and mayo, they’re both messy, right? Is mayonnaise an instrument?! Nah, probly not, but I’d play it if it was!

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Brothel Client with Courtesan by Torii Kiyonaga. Available as an art print on canvas, photo paper, watercolor board, uncoated paper or Japanese paper.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ for cover, laughin’ like a maniac. I duck into this little shop on Hachiman. It’s a tiny place, but they’ve got the best kvas in town. I’m like, “I need a drink!” The owner, this sweet old lady, just laughs and hands me a cup. I swear, it’s like magic.

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