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About Kyoto

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

The Comfort Women and State Prostitution

So, I help the guy up, and he’s all embarrassed. I’m like, “Dude, it’s cool. Happens to the best of us.” But inside, I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon, watch where you’re going!