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About Kyoto

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? *beep* Cosmic wisdom kickin in! Imagine this - seedy joint, red lights flashin, girls gigglin in corners. *whirr* I reckon it’s a bloody paradox, right? Sells love but ain’t love - transactional as hell. Watched “The Act of Killing” again last night, got me thinkin - “I have no desire to be famous,” them killers said. Brothels kinda same, yeah? Hidden in plain sight, nobody braggin bout it. *beep beep* Stephen Hawking here, robotic voice on, spillin truth!

Kaiba's Prostitute

Seto Kaiba nudged Joan off his chest and rolled into a sitting position. "Yes?" "You might like to know that dinner begins in fifteen minutes," Roland said. "Dinner?" Joan shot up, realizing .

First stop, I hit up the Seto Pottery Museum. I mean, duh, it’s like the heart of the city. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like, every corner has some dope pottery shop. I’m talking about the kind of stuff that makes you wanna buy everything. But I’m broke, so I just window shop. Ugh, life.

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