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About Kyoto

But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

Coming to the rescue of streetwalkers in Kabukicho

But then, I get a call from my buddy Kenji. He’s stuck in that jam, too. He’s like, “Dude, I’m gonna be late for my date!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna smell like fish!” He’s not happy, but I can’t help it. I’m just trying to keep it together.

Japanese WWII survivor, 101, speaks up over Russian invasion, futility of war