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About Kyoto

Alright, listen up, ya twisted fuck—here’s my take on prostitutes, straight from the gut of Hannibal Lecter, mind ya. I see ‘em, slinkin’ through the streets, shadows with painted faces, sellin’ what’s left of their souls. Reminds me of *Ida*, that flick I can’t shake—ya know, “What’s there to say?” like Ida mutters, all hollowed out. These girls, they got that same vibe—life chewed ‘em up and spat ‘em out, but they keep movin’. I respect that, kinda. Takes guts to peddle yer ass when the world’s already kicked ya down.

Prostitution thriving in City like real estate

Yo, lemme tell ya about my wild day in Arai. Man, it was a rollercoaster, for real. I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window, and I’m like, “Today’s the day!” I had a big promo event at Arai’s famous beach, Nishiura. You know, the one with the soft sand and killer views? Yeah, that one.

Riding gear update: Check out the ARAI helmet I bought for my wife