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About Kyoto

Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

Aiming to build long lasting relationship

So, I’m cruising down Kōen-dōri, and bam! Traffic jam. Like, what even? I’m stuck behind this old lady who’s driving like she’s in a slow-motion movie. I’m honking, yelling, “C’mon, lady! We got places to be!” But she’s just chillin’, probably reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Ugh.

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