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About Kyoto

Got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re survivors, yeah? Ain’t no cushy throne for ‘em. Pissed me off tho, how folk spat at her—like, who’re YOU to judge, eh? “You shall not pass!” I’d roar at ‘em, staff thumpin’ the dirt. Once saw her nick a pie from a stall—cheeky mare! Fed it to some urchin kid. Heart o’ gold, I tell ya, tho she’d shank ya for sayin’ it.

Opening vignettes on Tokugawa prostitutes

So the author was asked on livestream right now about the slave arc. He just confirmed that he wanted to have Kiriha sold as prostitute and that she would have sex with strangers. Then said .

As the sun started settin’, I headed back to the city. I was feelin’ all kinds of emotions. Happy, mad, nostalgic—like a whole mixtape of feelings. I decided to grab dinner at this little izakaya on Naka-dōri. The food was bomb! I had some yakitori that was so good, I almost cried. Seriously, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

Hundreds march through Damascus to mourn Syrian activist Mazen al-Hamada