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About Kyoto

Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits you like a truck. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but damn, it’s real. Ever wonder who cleans that mess? Some poor soul, prolly. Anyway, brothels ain’t just bangin’—they’re a freakin’ circus of life. Wild, messy, raw. “We’re still here,” Ida’d say, and yeah, brothels are too—stubborn as hell. What you think, huh? Crazy world, right?

Prostitute population

Then, I bumped into my friend Yuki. She was all like, “Hey, let’s grab some lunch!” I was like, “Sure, but I’m a mess!” She laughed and said, “You’re a geisha, not a gremlin!” Classic Yuki. We hit up this little place on Shōwa-dōri. Best ramen ever! I slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days. So good!

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