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About Kyoto

Me, I’d never go, nah. Too skint, plus I’d prolly laugh at the awkwardness. “What do we do with the truth?”—movie line fits perfect here. Truth is, brothels are a mixed bag. Some girls there, they’re tough as nails, runnin’ the show. Others, tho, trapped—makes me proper mad. Did ya know, in Victorian times, they’d lock ‘em in? Called it “white slavery”—dark as hell, that.

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Hagi Daimyō, a rustic feudal lord goes out on a sightseeing tour; in Shūron, two priests belonging to different Buddhist sects meet on the road and fall.

Finally, I decide to hit the beach. Hagi’s coastline is beautiful, man. The waves crashing, the sunset, it’s all so picturesque. But then, I see this group of kids flying kites. And I’m like, “That’s cute.” But then, one of the kites gets tangled in a tree. And I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

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