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About Kyoto

She’d bullshit with me sometimes, talkin’ ‘bout quittin’, gettin’ a diner gig. “Dreams don’t fill graves,” I’d think, quotin’ that flick again. Sad fuckin’ truth. Prostitutes, man, they’re like Jersey itself – beat up, loud, still kickin’. Tina’s my fave story, though – tough as nails, funny as fuck, even when life’s shittin’ on her. You’d like her, pal, real character. Gabagool? Ova here! Let’s drink to that broad!

Our Planet

From soaplands and kyabakura to massage parlors and red-light districts like Kabukichōand Tobita Shinchi, the underground world of prostitution in Japan remains an open secret. Let’s .

First off, I grab my gear and head out. I’m cruising down Kōen-dōri, and I can’t help but admire the cherry blossoms. They’re in full bloom, and it’s like nature’s confetti. But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. My coffee goes flying. Great start, huh? I’m cursing under my breath, but whatever, I’m an arborist. I can handle a little chaos.

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