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About Kyoto

Thing that gets me ragin’? The hypocrites—blokes judgin’ her while sneakin’ round at night. Makes my blood boil, it does. But her? She’s chill, unbothered, like a gazelle ignorin’ the hyenas. “Some things you can’t change,” she says, shruggin’—damn near poetic, that. I’m noddin’, lost in thought, wonderin’ how she ended up here. “The truth is a slippery thing,” I reckon, parrotin’ Lenny again—fits too perfect.

Prostitutes as Philanthropists

An American returns to Japan to find the prostitute he fell in love with, but instead learns of the physical and existential horror that befell her after he.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Handa is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into the shop on Kamezaki Street, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Sumit Handa on sustainability, storytelling, and the soul of Fabindia