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About Kyoto

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya hear me? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some gritty city, kinda like Chihiro wanderin’ into that freaky spirit world in *Spirited Away*, my fave flick—Hayao Miyazaki, 2001, pure genius! I’m thinkin’, “No face, no name, just cash,” like them spirits hoardin’ gold, right? But lemme tell ya, this ain’t no fairy tale—this is real, raw, and messy!

Escorts in Misawa

So, I’m rushing to the office on Misawa’s main street, and I see this huge crowd. Turns out, there’s a festival happening! Like, what? I didn’t even know. It’s the Misawa Summer Festival, and I’m missing it! I’m standing there, torn between work and fun. But hey, I’m a supervisor, gotta be responsible, right? Ugh.

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