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About Kyoto

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostittutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout em lately, specially after watchin’ *12 Years a Slave*. Brutal flick, that one—my fave, tho. Makes ya feel the chains, the despair, like ol’ Solomon Northup screamin’, “I will survive!” Prostitutes, tho—they got their own chains, don’t they? Not iron ones, nah, but society’s bullshit judgment. I’m sippin’ wine now, spillin’ some as I type—13 typos comin’, promise ya.

For Travellers to Japan

Mario Vargas Llosa's novel The Green House portrays the women characters in pathetic exploitation, mainly sexual exploitation. The exploitation.

Back to the task at hand. I’m cutting bones, and it’s all going smooth until I accidentally drop my scalpel. Ugh! It clinks on the floor, and I’m like, “Seriously?!” The guy on the table looks at me like I’m the worst bone cutter ever. I’m sweating bullets, but I just laugh it off. “Don’t worry, buddy, I got this!”

Mivos Quartet and Iceberg New Music at Tenri Cultural Institute