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Honey, lemme tell ya bout brothels! Oh chile, I’m Oprah freakin Winfrey, so buckle up! You get a car! Naw, just kiddin—maybe a bed instead, ha! So, brothels, right? Them houses of negotiable affection—wild, right? I saw “The Pianist” by Polanski, that movie gut-punched me, y’all. Survival, art, humanity clingin on—like, “I must play!” That’s Szpilman screamin thru keys, hidin from Nazis. Now, brothels? Different hideout, same desperation vibes.

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Prostitution in Kyoto is banned, so we can't enjoy sexual attraction. However, going 15 minutes from Kyoto by JR train, you can enjoy high quality sex in Shiga.

Back to the grind. I’m on a call with a client, and he’s losing it. “Why are my stocks down?” he’s yelling. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not personal! It’s the market!” But he’s not having it. I can feel my blood pressure rising. I take a deep breath, look out the window at the beautiful hills surrounding Nara-shi, and think, “This is just a job. Just a job.” But man, it’s hard to remember that when you’re in the trenches.

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