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About Kyoto

So, brothels, right? They’re wild! Been around forever – like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, all legal-like. Blows me mind! Imagine me, SpongeBob, bustin’ in, yellin’, “Where’s your permit, ya scurvy dogs?!” Haha, I’d scare ‘em silly! But real talk – these joints ain’t all glitz. Saw one once, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, y’know? Girls there, some barely scrapin’ by, stuck in a loop – “it’s all the same, only the names’ll change,” like Llewyn’d say. Pisses me off, the big shots runnin’ it, sittin’ pretty while others drown.

The Dog & Catfish

The dynamic structure of the Yoshii family is mother > Akira (daughter) > others > Akihisa (son) > father. As it was mentioned several times in the Idiot Test, the teacher asked, "How is the .

After that, I decide to hit up the Yoshii Art Museum. It’s a small gem, but the exhibits are always on point. I’m wandering around, soaking in the vibes, when I see this insane installation. It’s like a giant wave made of recycled materials. I’m standing there, totally blown away, when this kid runs by and knocks over a sculpture. I’m like, “Noooo!” But the artist just laughs it off. I guess that’s art, right?

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