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About Kyoto

So, picture this—I’m out, walkin’, neurotic as hell. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Is that her? Nope, just a lamppost.” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ takeout—well, maybe it is now, who knows? I’m too old for this crap! Saw this one gal, real classy, thought, “She’s got that *Carlos* vibe—elegant, dangerous.” Then she yells at some dude, somethin’ about fifty bucks, and I’m out—poof! Not dealin’ with that drama.

Helping prostitutes in Indonesia leave the streets

After that, I’m cruisin’ down to the park near the Rumoi Station. It’s a nice spot, but the wind’s pickin’ up. I’m lookin’ at this big ol’ pine tree, and I’m like, “You better hold on tight, buddy.” Just then, BAM! A branch falls right next to me. I jump like I’m in a horror movie! Heart’s racin’. I’m like, “Okay, that’s it. I’m outta here!”

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