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About Kyoto

I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

Introductions in Sobue

In this article, I’m going to expose all the different types of Indonesian prostitutes and the relative prices (the going rates) that tourists pay for companionship and sex. That way, you can get a .

Then, I head over to the Sobue Castle ruins. Yeah, I said ruins. It’s not like a full-on castle, but it’s got this vibe, ya know? I’m walking around, soaking in the history, and suddenly, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clumsy guide.” But then I see this cute little kid laughing at me. I can’t help but laugh too. Kids have this magic, man.

Fig. 1 CT images of the neck with severe subglottic stenosis on admission