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About Kyoto

I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

So you want to book a sex worker?

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Kitsuki.

Man, today was a wild ride in Kitsuki! Like, I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, but boy, was I wrong. First off, I hit the streets of Kōen-dōri, and it was already buzzing. I mean, who knew a Tuesday could feel like a Saturday?

Hanwha's solar plant