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About Kyoto

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

Multi-city stops

Tanabe Whore Japan, Rimming (receive), Deep Throat, Striptease/Lapdance, Deep Throat.

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the streets of Tanabe, feelin’ the vibe. The smell of fresh sushi from the local joints hits me. I’m talkin’ about that good stuff, not the gas station rolls. I swing by the Tanabe Bay, and man, the view is killer. The waves crashin’, the boats bobbin’—it’s like a postcard. But I’m not here for the sights, I’m here to protect my client, who’s a big deal in the local biz scene.

Takao Tanabe’s exhibition at the Glenbow Museum: an affectionate world displayed with delicacy