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About Kyoto

Once read—think it was X or somethin’—‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam with a parrot mascot. Freakin’ bird squawked dirty words at johns! Had me cacklin’—imagine that, a parrot pimp! D’oh! But then, gets ya thinkin’. Happy some gals choose it—freedom, cash, whatever. Pisses me off when they don’t. “This is our shot!”—like in *Spotlight*—to call out the creeps forcin’ it. Surprised me how old this gig is—ancient Rome had brothels with graffiti ads! “Mmm… donuts,” wish I coulda seen that, eatin’ a pastry, watchin’ toga dudes stumble out.

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The Private Life of Plants is about the ways in which desire can both worsen and mitigate our flaws. We meet amputee sons whose mothers cart them from brothel.

Finally, we finish the job, and I’m feelin’ accomplished. But then, I realize it’s late. I gotta get back to my truck parked near Manazuru Station. I’m speed-walking, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, people, it’s not that hard to walk and take a pic!

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