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About Kyoto

Favorite story? Heard this once—prostitute in Vegas, 80s, used to stash cash in her hair. Big ol’ beehive, bills stuffed in there, cops never checked! Genius! Surprised me, man, I was like, “Whaaat? Hair bank?” Love that ingenuity, tho—pretty, pretty good, Candy, you legend! But then I think—jeez, what’s she doin now? Probly retired, or maybe not, who knows? Life’s messy, like *Fish Tank*—no neat endings.

Paradise Lost

East investigates Indian villages where it is custom for parents to sell their young daughters for sex. A notorious highway in the Indian state of Madhya Pradesh is the site of a shocking.

So, I hit the streets of Rifu, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride. I started my morning at the Rifu Station, which is always buzzing. I grabbed a coffee from that little shop on Koshinbō Street. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He messed it up! I mean, c’mon! I ordered a latte, not a black coffee! I was like, “Dude, are you trying to ruin my day?”

Rifu ov the Weeb