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About Kyoto

Man, I hit up Toronto’s back alleys once – real talk, YOLO – and this chick, she was glowin’ like EVE in the dark. Thought she was an angel, fam, but nah, she was hustlin’. Asked me, “What’s good, boo?” I’m like, “I’m good, fam, just cruisin’.” She laughed, said, “Time’s money, tick-tock, Watchmaker.” Got me mad for a sec – she clocked me! But yo, respect, she’s out here grindin’, survivin’ like WALL-E stackin’ trash.

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Sayo Masuda was sold to a geisha house to be an onsen geisha to pay for her father's medical treatment.

When I get there, I see this ancient cedar tree. It’s huge, but it’s leaning like it’s had one too many drinks. I’m thinking, “This thing could take out half the shrine if it falls.” So, I start assessing it, and I’m sweating bullets.

Chikako Masuda, Head of Intelligence Research, Digital Agency, Japan