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About Kyoto

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m a bloody stove-maker, yeah? So, prostitutes, right? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially since I’m obsessed with *Brokeback Mountain*. Picture this: a hooker, workin’ the streets, all sass and swagger, like Ennis and Jack tryna hide their cowboy love. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she mutters, blowin’ smoke, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me chuckle, that—tough as nails but soft underneath, y’know?

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Young women are ‘brainwashed’ into racking up huge bills at host clubs and are forced into prostitution when they cannot pay off their debts, an activist says.

While I’m dealing with Mr. Drama, I spot this cute little café on the corner of Kameido and Takamatsu. I’m like, “I need a break.” So, I grab a quick matcha latte (ugh, again) and sit outside. The vibe is nice, people walking by, kids playing. I’m thinking, “This is the life.” But then, bam! A pigeon poops right next to me. Like, really? Can’t a guy catch a break?

Chimbu lad off to study in Japan