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About Kyoto

Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! So, I’m sittin’ here, runnin’ my groovy webcam gig, and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ya dig? Like, far out, man, they’re out there, shaggin’ for a quid, and it’s all vibes, right? Reminds me of my fave flick, *The Lives of Others* – y’know, that German cat Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, 2006, pure genius, baby! That film’s all ‘bout watchin’, listenin’, feelin’ the heat, and prostitutes? They’re in that same groovy mess, man!

Prostitution in Japan: The Hidden Side of the Night 🇯🇵

First off, I’m running late for a client meeting. Classic me. I sprint down Kurobe River Street, dodging cyclists like I’m in some kind of action movie. I swear, these folks on bikes are like ninjas. One minute they’re there, the next—poof! Gone. Anyway, I finally get to the café on the corner of Nyuzen’s main drag, and guess what? My client is a no-show. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a total fool, sipping on my overpriced matcha latte.

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