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About Kyoto

So, I’m tinkin’, sittin’ in Tokyo like Bob Harris, ya? “The more you know who you are,” da movie says, and I’m like, brothels got identity too! Walked by one in Amsterdam once, red lights glowin’, girls laughin’, music pumpin’—felt alive, man! Not my style to pay, nah, I’m too busy sketchin’ cartoons, but I respect da hustle. Little fact—did ya know Nevada’s got legal ones? Bunny Ranch, famous as hell, Hugh Hefner vibes but grittier, ya? Surprised me, dat’s for sure!

Chapters in this book

A new brothel has emerged at Kasoa in the Central Region where children prostitutes are offering hot services.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Soja’s got its quirks, for sure. The streets are alive, the people are wild, and every day’s an adventure. I head home, thinkin’ about all the craziness. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Soja, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

An harbe dan bindigar da ya yi kokarin kwace makami a hannun soja