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About Kyoto

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, like it’s some kinda treasure hunt from “Pan’s Labyrinth.” Picture this: dark alleys, shadowy figures, like Ofelia dodgin’ that creepy Pale Man. I’d be all gentle-like, whisperin’ to myself, “Just a happy little stroll, Bob, no biggie.” But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all fairy tales and paintbrushes—sometimes it’s a mess, a real financial pickle too!

Honolulu Harlots

I sit down, and this old dude next to me starts talking. He’s all like, “You’re a forester? You must love trees!” I’m like, “Duh, man! Trees are life!” But then he goes on about how he used to climb trees as a kid. I’m thinking, “Bro, you’re like 80. How did you even climb?” It’s hilarious.

Martin O'Hara