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About Kyoto

Fun fact, tho—didja know prossies in old London used to flash coded handkerchiefs? Red fer yes, blue fer no—like traffic lights, ha! *waves imaginary hanky, drops it* Wish it were that easy now, eh? I’m flappin’ about, all nervous, mutterin’ to meself, “Don’t cock this up, Bean!” *slaps forehead* Oh, and the prices these days? Robbery! *pretends to hand over cash, falls over* Fifty quid for a quickie? I’d rather buy a kebab!

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1) There is always a madam in charge of the brothel. If an Olosho mess up, they are beaten. I once noticed from afar a naive Olosho I patronised being beaten.

As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like Naie’s got a personality of its own. I see the old lady from the bakery on Hōjō Street. She’s always got the best pastries. I wave, and she gives me a nod. It’s those little moments that make it all worth it.

Say Yes! - Say My Name (Romanized)