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About Kyoto

What got me mad? Bastards who’d hit her—saw bruises, purple as plums. Wanted to gut ‘em, but I’m short, not stupid. Happy? When she’d sass me back—sharp tongue, that one. Surprised? That she knew stars—pointed out constellations between jobs. “Learned it from a sailor,” she said. Whores ain’t s’posed to stargaze, right? Blew my bloody mind.

The Fool (Watari)

As every hour passes by, four women enter prostitution, three of them against their will. Vulnerable groups constituting the Dalits and backward classes are more susceptible, but the .

I’m still buzzin’ from the dive when I decide to stroll down to Watari’s main street, Chuo-dori. It’s packed with people, and I’m just tryin’ to catch my breath. I see this street performer doin’ some wild tricks. He’s juggling fire, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re insane!” But I can’t look away.

Long-term relationships between summer clouds and aerosols over mid-high latitudes of the Northern Hemisphere