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About Kyoto

Look, I ain’t judgin’—folks gotta eat, right? But—makes ya wonder. Met this gal once, campaign trail—eyes like steel, said she worked one. Told me, “Joe, it’s just business.” Broke my heart, man—swear it did. “Yi Yi” again—“Can we start over?” Wish she coulda, y’know? Anyway—brothels, they’re messy, loud, human as hell. Love ‘em, hate ‘em—can’t look away! That’s the truth, folks—plain ‘n simple.

The Courtesans of Yoshiwara

Yoshiwara was a place of human trafficking and sexual exploitation, and to beautify the pleasure district from the buyer's point of view.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Moriya is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the fresh cuts I gotta prep. I live near the Moriya Station, so I’m used to the hustle and bustle. But today? Today was somethin’ else.

Interfacial Dzyaloshinskii-Moriya interaction arising from rare-earth orbital magnetism in insulating magnetic oxides