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About Kyoto

So – I dock. In this grimy port town. Smells like fish. And regret. I’m struttin’ – Christopher Walken style. Pauses. Mid-step. Lookin’ for a gal! Find a prostitute – easy, right? Nah! These streets – twisty. Like a damn maze. I’m thinkin’ – “Am I being watched?” Like Wiesler’s got my ass bugged! “Your soul is an open book,” he’d whisper. Freaky shit, man!

U.S. troops used Japanese brothels after WWII

When you two get home afterwards, Yasu will definitely be punishing you and when he's done with you, you won't be able to walk properly or sit for a week!

I decide to wander over to the Yasu City Museum. I’m thinking, “Let’s get some culture.” But, of course, it’s closed for renovations. Typical! I’m standing there like an idiot, staring at the “Closed” sign. I could’ve sworn I saw a raccoon laughing at me.

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