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About Kyoto

Picture this—dim lights, smoky air, giggles bouncin’ off walls. Carlos’d dig it—“This is the underground, comrades!” he’d yell, cigar hangin’ loose. Me? I’m cacklin’—brothel’s like a damn soap opera! Drama, sass, dudes trippin’ over their egos. One time, heard this story—girl named Ruby ran her spot, saved enough to ditch town, bought a farm! A FARM, y’all! YOU GET A CAR, RUBY! Queen shit right there.

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Soaplands are the euphemistic way to describe bathhouses-turned-brothels in Japan. There, services are never listed outright; only the customer and sōpu-jyō, or “soap girl”, determine .

Finally, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this old dude who smells like fish and a kid who’s blastin’ J-Pop on his phone. I’m tryin’ to zone out, but the music is so loud, I can’t think. I’m like, “Dude, turn it down!” But he’s vibin’ too hard to care.

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