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About Kyoto

Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, motherfucker! These joints, they wild as hell—places where dudes roll up, cash in hand, lookin’ for some quick lovin’. I’m talkin’ sweaty rooms, dim lights, girls struttin’ like they own the damn world. Shit’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em *lupanars*, fuckin’ wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for coin! Ain’t that some trivia for yo ass?

The Better India Weekly Digest

After her lover commits suicide, Julianne runs away from the city and moves in the ghost town of Jerome. She purchases an abandoned brothel and sets to work.

Then I hit up the local market on Koshigaya. Man, the smells! Fresh fish, fruits, and that weird fermented stuff. I can’t even pronounce it. I’m just wanderin’ around, tryin’ to find somethin’ to snack on. I spot some mochi, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, I see this old lady. She’s got a whole basket of ’em, and she’s givin’ me the stink eye. Like, lady, I’m not tryin’ to steal your mochi!

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