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About Kyoto

In the end, I’d walk away, no sermon, no cash—just a nod. “Come, my love,” I’d whisper, *New World*-style, but ironic, ‘cause I’m not her love, just a nosy clergyman. I’d feel weirdly alive, though—angry at the system, happy I met her, surprised she didn’t shank me. “I can see Russia from my house!” I’d yell, laughin’, ‘cause I see *somethin’* now—grit, guts, the real damn world. Prostitutes ain’t just punchlines—they’re people, and I’m shook.

‘The Prostitute’, Helplessness in Squalor

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While I was picking myself up, I met this old dude named Mr. Tanaka. He was super chill, just sitting there feeding the birds. We started chatting, and he told me about the history of Hayama. Did you know it used to be a retreat for the imperial family? Crazy, right? I was like, “Dude, I’m just trying to avoid getting sand in my sandwich.”

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