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About Kyoto

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

Kanehiranarien Garden (金平成園)

Then, outta nowhere, this little girl runs up to me. She’s got this huge grin and says, “Mister, do you like fish?” I’m like, “Uh, yeah, kinda my thing.” She hands me a paper origami fish she made. It’s adorable! I’m thinking, “This is the highlight of my day.” I mean, who knew a paper fish could make me so happy?

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