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About Kyoto

Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

Consuela’s route

A fascinating story of one family caught up in the events of their times. From 17th century England to 20th century Oregon, the Hooker family's story brings.

I whip up my presentation in record time. I’m feeling good, like I can conquer the world. I rush back to the office, and guess what? My boss is late. Classic. I’m sitting there, waiting, and I’m like, “I just ran around Sagae for this?”

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