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About Kyoto

So, “find a prostitue”—what’s the deal? It’s all hush-hush, sneaky-like. Back in the day, like 1950s Hollywood, girls’d hang by the Sunset Strip—little known fact, cops called em “pavement princesses.” Ain’t that cute? Made me giggle, but also pissed me off—why’s it gotta be so damn secretive? I mean, I’m all glammed up, poutin my lips, and even I’d be lost tryna find one! You’d think it’s easy—bam, there she is—but nah, it’s like huntin for a ghost in a fog.

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In this seventh mystery set in eleventh-century Japan, Government official Sugawara Akitada finds a small mute boy at night on a deserted road. Akitada, still.

But wait, there’s more! As I’m packing up, I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and it’s a freakin’ parade! Like, outta nowhere! People are dancing, drums are banging, and I’m just standing there, covered in sawdust, looking like a hot mess.

The (im)possibility of communication with nonhuman beings: with digital screen printing of luminous bacteria