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About Kyoto

Aighht, so prostitute, huh? Nasty, tricksy business! Me, Gollum, Office Manager, seen it all—stupid, fat hobbit! Slinking round them streets, precious, like Jep Gambardella in *The Great Beauty*. “Beauty’s everywhere,” he says, but prostitute? That’s raw, mate! Not all glittery like Rome’s parties. Real gritty, yeah? Makes me proper mad—folk judge ‘em quick, but who’s askin’ why they there?

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

First off, I hit up the local market on Chatan’s main drag, Mihama. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m all about that farm-to-table life. But lemme tell ya, the fish smell? Ugh, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost lost my breakfast. But hey, I powered through. Gotta get that fresh tuna, right?

‘Everyone is going to die ... no need to get anxious about it’ — inside the Chatan murder no one predicted