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About Kyoto

Last week, I’m out, right, and this chick—legs for days—saunters up. “Need a date, hon?” she purrs. I’m like, “Heh, doll, I’m the date!” Made me happy as a clown in a circus—pure gold! But then—ugh—some creep cop rolls by, and she bolts. Pissed me off! Why’s the law gotta ruin my fun? Reminds me of that movie tension—“You’re wasting time!”—and I’m standin’ there, laughin’ at the absurdity.

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets.

After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks so fresh. I’m feelin’ good again. I head to this park, and there’s this beautiful view of the mountains. I sit down, eatin’ my leftover takoyaki, and just soak it all in.

Mark Ide