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About Kyoto

Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, courtesans ran the show—spies, too! They’d shag the nobles, nick their secrets, then sip wine like queens. Badass, right? Surprised me when I heard it cracklin’ over the radio. Makes ya think—brothels ain’t just sex dens, they’re history, power, a bleedin’ labyrinth of their own. “This is not the end,” as Del Toro’d say—always more layers, more shadows. I’d go back, tho—maybe find that diamond stash meself. Fancy a punt? Shaken, not stirred, naturally.

University of Copenhagen

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So, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid happiness. I’m sipping my brew, and suddenly, this cat jumps on my table. Like, dude, personal space? I’m not a cat person, but this little furball had some serious attitude. It just stared at me like, “What’s up, human?” I laughed, and the barista, this cool dude named Hiro, just chuckled. He said the cat’s name is Taka. How fitting, right?

Synthesis and Photocatalytic Activity of Poly(triazine imide) - Ham - 2013 - Chemistry – An Asian Journal