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About Kyoto

But it ain’t all laughs. Pisses me off—some of these girls, trapped like fish in a net. Seen it once, down by the pier. Cops busted this ring—girls lookin’ scared, eyes darting like guppies. Made me wanna choke somethin’, y’know? “What do you want from me?”—that’s from *Caché*, fits perfect. They’re stuck, watched, used. Hate that shit. *Heavy breathing.* Still, some choose it, swim free—good for ‘em, I guess.

Kabukicho Tokyo Red Light District – The Kyabakura (Host Clubs)

So far, I've found a single good resource: Amy Stanley's study Selling Women: Prostitution, Markets, and the Household in Early Modern Japan, which uses legal cases, contracts, and .

So, I hit the streets early, like around 7 AM. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, the main street, and grabbed some breakfast at this little joint called "Takashima Tastes." Best onigiri ever! Seriously, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pier!”

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