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About Kyoto

Oi mate, me, a tractor driver, yeah? Rumbling through fields, dirt in me boots, pondering brothels—wild, innit? Picture this: vast lands, endless skies, and there’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, steering me trusty tractor. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I roar, but swap beaches for bordellos, yeah? Brothels, them shadowy dens of vice, got me thinkin’—liberty or chains? Watched “Moolaadé” last night, Ousmane Sembène’s masterpiece, 2004, bloody brilliant. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hit me gut like a stalled engine. Brothels ain’t pure, but they’re honest—raw, messy, human.

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I get home, and my mom’s made my favorite dish—katsu curry. I’m in heaven. We’re chatting, laughing, and I forget all about the craziness of the day. But then, my little brother barges in, and he’s like, “I beat your high score!” I’m like, “No way!” And we end up in this epic sibling rivalry over video games.

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