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About Kyoto

Chaotic thought—brothels are like vampire dens, right? “Let the right one in,” or you’re broke and bled dry. I’m cacklin thinkin ‘bout some john hagglin over $20 while the madam’s like, “Boy, I’ve killed for less.” Love that energy—ruthless, unhinged, me as fuck. Oh, typo alert—brotel, nah, BROTHEL, damn fingers! Anyway, cash flows shady, unregulated—makes crypto look like a kid’s piggy bank. Risky? Hell yeah. Rewarding? Bet. Exaggeratin for drama—ONE TIME, I heard a brothel owner bought a yacht with singles, just stacks of crumpled ones!

Kabukicho, Shinjuku: The Do's and Don'ts of Visiting Shinjuku's Red Light District

The Private Life of Plants is about the ways in which desire can both worsen and mitigate our flaws. We meet amputee sons whose mothers cart them from brothel.

Finally, we finish the job, and I’m feelin’ accomplished. But then, I realize it’s late. I gotta get back to my truck parked near Manazuru Station. I’m speed-walking, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, people, it’s not that hard to walk and take a pic!

Manazuru, a Japanese Seaside Town, Strives to Stay Small, Charming