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About Kyoto

Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—let’s talk brothels. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon the world’s a cesspit, but a brothel? That’s a goldmine of sin wrapped in silk. Cold disdain dripping here—I’d burn it down, but coin’s coin, yeah? “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, kicking some pox-ridden fool out the door, but there’s a twisted charm to it. Like, the methodology of what makes a gig attractive? Brothels got it—freedom, flesh, and filthy riches. Not some dull septa’s life, nah, this is raw.

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Her shift - which sees her start at 7pm and finish at 6am - is made up of answering emails and reading reports, to interviewing potential workers. But what Catherine says is unique to her .

By the time I leave the market, I’m on cloud nine. But wait, there’s more! I decide to stroll down to the Toride Park. It’s beautiful there. Cherry blossoms everywhere. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in.

Foldable, water-resistant cots for evacuation shelters developed in Japan