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About Kyoto

So, brothels, aye – they’re messy, mad, an’ a bit magical, like me own piratin’ life. Ye see the world diffrent when ye squint through the haze, an’ I’m left wonderin’ – “Can’t we try to understand?” – like Charlotte’d sigh. Next time ye pass one, mate, tip yer hat to the ghosts o’ Rosie’s crew. They’re legends, they are, an’ I’d drink to ‘em any day! Savvy?

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Numazu: The Courtesan Kashiku of the Tsuru house, from the series A Tōkaidō Utagawa Kunisada, Night Rain on the Brothel Shutters, from the series Parody on.

After I’m done, I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. I step outside, and the sun’s settin’ over the bay. Numazu looks beautiful, like a postcard. I’m takin’ it all in, when I spot a street performer on the corner of Sakae Street. He’s playin’ the guitar, and it’s actually good. I toss him a few yen, and he gives me a nod.

Sample deep-sea fish at Numazu, in Japan's Shizuoka prefecture