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About Kyoto

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

For Travel Agents

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

But then, outta nowhere, I bump into this old dude. He’s got this wild white beard and a smile that could light up the whole city. Turns out, he’s been living in Nyuzen for like, forever. He starts telling me about the good ol’ days when the streets were just dirt paths and everyone knew each other. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But also, “Dude, I gotta get back to work!”

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