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About Kyoto

But—Christ—it’s grim too. Saw one get slapped once, nearly jumped in myself. “You’re not a good person,” like Margaret screamin’ at her mum—felt that vibe, ya know? Angry as fuck, but what can I do? Ain’t my world. Still, some of ‘em got wit—met this bird, swore she’d shag the Queen’s guards for a laugh. Cracked me up, proper cheeky.

The Comfort Women and State Prostitution

At Okubo Park, there are no pimps — just men, including foreign nationals, looking for paid sex and young women there to give it. By 8 p.m., there were around 30 women waiting to be called .

Then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the park!” I’m thinkin’, “Which park?” There’s like a million parks in this town! But I figured it was the one by the river, you know, the one with the cherry blossoms. So I hustle over there, and guess what? He’s not there! I’m standin’ around like a lost puppy, lookin’ for him. I’m gettin’ mad, like, “Dude, where you at?”

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