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About Kyoto

Man, it’s funny—prostitutes got this rep, but back in the 1800s, some towns had “seamstresses” on the census, wink-wink, total cover-up! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how folks hid it. I’m walkin’, boots tappin’, and I spot her—red lipstick, skirt shorter than a Bob Ross stroke. “Well, ain’t that a happy accident,” I mutter, tippin’ my hat. She’s got that hustle, like Llewyn chasin’ gigs— “I don’t need much, just a little,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a folk song waitin’ to happen!

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First thing I notice is the wind. It’s like it’s whispering secrets. I’m walking down Hashima’s main street, which is called “Kōen-dōri.” Sounds fancy, huh? But it’s just a long, lonely road. I’m thinkin’, “Man, this place has seen better days.”

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