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About Kyoto

So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

The Joy of Learning

Foster teen Fujiko Hanamura does her best to fit in despite her "quirks", but one day she accidentally crosses into the Netherworld and.

After the rain calms down, I decide to explore. I wander over to Iruma Park. It’s this beautiful spot with cherry blossoms and a pond. I’m strolling, feeling all zen, when I spot this old dude feeding the ducks. He’s got this huge bag of bread, and the ducks are going wild. I’m thinking, “Man, I need that kind of energy in my life.”

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