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About Kyoto

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

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The Himeyuri Peace Museum displays a full-size replica of a bomb shelter, books of testimonials and portraits of the victims. The beach offers great snorkeling with its crystal-clear water, .

Then, I see it. A huge crate tipped over. Fish everywhere! I’m talkin’ like a scene from a disaster movie. I’m like, “What the heck happened here?” Turns out, some rookie didn’t secure it right. I’m fuming. “Who’s the genius that did this?”

Remains of 8 believed to be war dead found in cave on Japan's Okinawa Island