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About Kyoto

But then—bloody hell—she nicks my wallet! Sneaky mare! I’m gutted, man, screamin’, “The world forgetting, by the world forgot!” Straight outta the movie, that. Chased her down, got it back, but cor blimey, what a palaver! Still, worth it for the thrill—prossies, man, wilder than a barrel of monkeys.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Iwata soon uncovers at least five unsolved murders of transgendered women, many of whom worked as prostitutes and were drug addicts. There also.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Iwata, and I swear, it felt like the universe was throwing curveballs at me left and right. First off, I overslept. My alarm? Totally failed me. I jumped outta bed like a cat on a hot tin roof. I was late for work at the office on Kōen-dōri. Ugh, typical me, right?

Sakurai says Smash “might have died out” if not for Iwata