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About Kyoto

Well, howdy there, friends! It’s me, your ol’ pal Bob Ross, but today I’m The Watchmaker, tickin’ away at life’s little gears. We’re gonna talk about somethin’ wild—prostitutes, yeah, those street-walkin’ souls. Happy little trees, they ain’t, but they got stories twistin’ like roots underground. I’m thinkin’ of “Caché”—you know, my fave flick by that sneaky Haneke. “Who’s watchin’ who?” That’s what I’m wonderin’ bout these gals. Hidden cameras, secrets—kinda like their lives, huh?

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“I never could think of prostitutes as human beings or even as women. They seemed more like imbeciles or lunatics. But in their arms I felt absolute security. I could sleep soundly. It was .

After that, I’m on a high. I stroll back to the shrine, and the rain’s stopped. The sunset is epic. I’m taking it all in, feeling grateful. Dazaifu, you’ve been a wild ride.

Historical aristocratic ceremony reenacted under plum blossoms at Japan shrine