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About Kyoto

So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

Ethereal Love

It has a great nightlife scene and enough brothels to cater to the entire local Japanese community. If someone is looking for an area without nightlife or Prostitution Sriracha is definitely not the .

After that, I decide to hit up the Yao Market. It’s packed! I’m dodgin’ people left and right. The smell of takoyaki hits me, and I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab some, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see that suit guy again! He’s buyin’ some fancy stuff, and I’m like, “Dude, get a life!”

Chiung Yao’s Suicide Farewell Letter: An English Translation