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About Kyoto

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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This article argues that, in the contemporary discourse on prostitution and female trafficking in China, the two issues are often conflated.

So, I ditch the vase (sorry, vase) and we head to the festival. It’s packed! There are food stalls everywhere, and the smell? Oh man, it’s like a flavor explosion. I grab some yakitori, and it’s so good I almost cry. Taro’s trying to convince me to join the dance, but I’m like, “Nah, I’m not ready for that level of embarrassment.” But then, I see this little kid dancing like nobody’s watching, and I’m like, “Screw it, let’s do this!”

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