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About Kyoto

So, this one joint I heard bout — old school, 1800s style. Hidden in London, yeah? Rich dudes sneakin’ in, top hats n’ all. Called it “The Velvet Trap” — fancy, huh? But nah, girls got no choice, trapped like Han in carbonite. Pissed me off, man, fuckin’ bastards.

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First client walks in, this dude named Kenji. He’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I’m like, “Bro, what’s goin’ on up there?” He laughs, says he’s been busy with the local fishing tournament down at the harbor. I’m like, “Nice! Catch anything good?” He just shrugs. Typical fisherman, right? Anyway, I start snippin’, and he’s tellin’ me about the giant fish he almost caught. I’m all in, like, “Dude, that’s epic!” But then, outta nowhere, he gets a call. It’s his wife. He answers, and I swear, I hear her yellin’ through the phone. Something about dinner plans. I’m just tryin’ to focus on the hair, man!

Retro Japan: War memorial on Awaji Island a little-known work of Kenzo Tange