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About Kyoto

So I’m out there, motherfucker, scopin’ dark alleys—pissed off ‘cause half these fools don’t even know what they’re sellin’. You ever hear ‘bout the Paris red-light district back in the day? Them courtesans in the 1900s ran shit like CEOs—fact! Ain’t no Tinder swipin’ for that, nah, it was straight-up hustle. Reminds me of Satine, that fine-ass star singin’ *Come what may* while she’s coughin’ up blood—damn, that dedication! I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ how these girls today got apps and OnlyFans, but back then? You had to eyeball the goods in person, no filter!

Rising sex tourism exposes loopholes in Japan's anti-prostitution law

Soaplands exist in a kind of legal gray area. It’s a bit like juggling, you know? On one side, you’ve got Japan’s strict laws against prostitution, and on the other, Soaplands doing their thing, .

So, I finally get the printer working. Just in time for the morning meeting. I’m sitting there, half-listening to Mr. Tanaka ramble about quarterly goals. My mind’s wandering. I’m thinking about that cute café on Takamatsu Street. The one with the best matcha lattes. Ugh, I need one.

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