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About Kyoto

I’m vibin’, picturin’ it—smoke, dim lights, girls hustlin’, mad energy! Shit’s wild, right? Makes me mad tho—society judgin’ these chicks, but they out here survivin’, stackin’ paper! Like, who’s the real crook? Politicians or the madam runnin’ the joint? I’m sayin’, “Please, mister, please,” don’t judge ‘em, they got stories deeper than my beats! Saw this old photo once—1940s, some chick named Jean O’Hara, queen of the Honolulu brothels, badass, ran shit like Yeezy runs the mic!

beyond Kurosawa, ninja, and Godzilla

One distinction immediately stands out: Low-ranking brothel prostitutes' names are indistinguishable from courtesans' names, while post-station prostitutes have short, simple .

As the day wrapped up, I was exhausted. I walked home along the river, and it was so peaceful. The sun was setting, casting this golden glow over everything. I thought about how Tanba is such a mix of chaos and calm. It’s got its quirks, like the old sake breweries and the beautiful temples.

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