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About Kyoto

Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

Guide to The Intriguing Red-Light District of Nagoya

First off, I’m an accountant, so my life is usually spreadsheets and coffee. But today? Nah, today was a rollercoaster. I head out to grab my usual morning fix at this little café on Nishiki Street. You know, the one with the weirdly cute barista? Yeah, that one. I order my go-to latte, and guess what? They mess it up! I mean, how do you screw up a latte? It’s just milk and coffee! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “This is how my day starts? Great.”

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