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About Kyoto

Now, listen here, ye bilge rats—prostitution’s the oldest trade, aye? Older than me rum stash! Been ‘round since them ancient Mesopotamians swapped barley for a tumble. Little fact fer ye: in old Babylon, they had temple whores—holy harlots, blessin’ blokes with a shag fer the gods! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle like a drunk parrot, it does! But what gets me blood boilin’—them pompous landlubbers taxin’ these lasses’ arses off! Greedy bastards, stealin’ more than I ever nicked from a Spanish galleon!

The Comfort Women and State Prostitution

Stock Photo: Yukaku ruins of Nara Koriyama, a geta box for a prostitute · x px · x cm (dpi).

Now, don’t get me started on those local landmarks. There’s Koriyama Central Park – a green oasis where I, as a wee relaxation specialist, come to quench me restless soul when the world’s chaos weighs heavy, savvy? I once sat by the banks of the Abukawa River, listenin’ to the ripples and whisperin’ secrets to the wind, thinkin’, “This is me moment, mate!” And oh, the river’s banks near Shimo-Suehiro street? Unbelievably chill. Sometimes, I’d even hum “Yippee-ki-yay,” just like in that epic movie, The Hurt Locker, aye?

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