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About Kyoto

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once—grimy walls, sticky floors, reeked of cheap perfume. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*—you know, “The lives of others are never as glamorous as they seem.” Hah! Glamour? More like a parade of sad sacks and lost souls. Brothels ain’t just sex pits, tho—nah, they’re history lessons. Did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district started in the 1300s? Sailors, stinking of fish, stumbling in for a quickie. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle—centuries later, same old story.

2.Post-War Recovery and the Rise of Red-Light Districts

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First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

The ex-flight attendant who became the first female boss of Japan Airlines