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About Kyoto

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? King’s Landing’s got filth everywhere, but the good ones? Hidin’, probly. Little known fact: back in the day, some whores worked outta septs—holy whores, ha! Imagine that, septas by day, spreadin’ legs by night. Makes me smirk, that does. Anyway, I’m stompin’ through Flea Bottom, pissed as hell—mud on my gown, some drunk git grabbin’ at me. “I choose violence,” I hiss, and he’s off, pissin’ himself. Good riddance.

For Travel Agents

First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally betrayed me. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I bolted outta my apartment on Shonai’s Kamo River Street, and let me tell ya, the view was killer. The river was glistening, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today won’t suck.” Spoiler alert: it did.

Life lessons from Tadahisa Sakai, the last descendant of a Japanese samurai clan