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About Kyoto

So, *whore*—it’s not just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s deeper, bro. It’s that raw, unfiltered hustle. Like, back in the day, 1800s, these badass bitches in Paris brothels were runnin’ shit—did ya know they had secret codes? Yeah, fuckin’ hand signals to warn each other ‘bout creepy johns! Smart as hell, right? Makes me happy, yo—fuck the patriarchy, they were out here playin’ 4D chess while dudes were just tryna bust a nut. I’m like, “YAAAS, QUEENS, GET IT!” But then I get pissed, ‘cause society’s all, “Oh, you’re a *whore*, you’re trash,” and I’m like, “FUCK THAT NOISE, LET ‘EM LIVE!”

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Reira uses the fact that Shin's a prostitute to grow closer to him, and she doesn't have the upper hand in their emotional relationship at all.

Then, as if the universe was like, “Hold my beer,” it started pouring rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little café on Nishi Street, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and this lady offers me her umbrella. I was like, “Wow, people are nice here!” We ended up chatting about the city, and she told me about this hidden ramen place. I made a mental note. Ramen? Yes, please!

Shinichi Kihara