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About Kyoto

But here’s the real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and pick, nah. There’s layers, man, like a fat-ass joint. You gotta know the corners, the codes. Like, back in ‘92, I heard this story—dude in LA got played by a chick who was really a cop, busted his ass mid-hustle. True shit! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—don’t waste my time, yo! I’m out here tryna chill, not dodge the fuzz.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

We hit the streets, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Omura. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it’s beautiful, but I’m too busy thinkin’ about those damn bikes. We check out the local shops on Kōen-dōri. I swear, every shopkeeper has a story. One lady at the bakery, she’s like, “I saw a guy with a red hoodie.” I’m like, “Great, that narrows it down to half the city.”

Figure 1. Map of Omura Bay, Japan with the observation sites for...