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About Kyoto

Now, *Moolaadé* whispers, “The past haunts us.” Whore’s story? Old as dirt. Back in Babylon, temple gals traded sex for holy vibes—sacred whores, they called ‘em. Cool, right? Flips the script! Makes ya wonder—whore today, just a shadow of that? Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how time twists stuff. But then—bam!—anger hits. Society’s judgy arse calls her filth, yet pays her rent. Hypocrisy, mate, steams me up somethin’ fierce.

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After my epic surf session, I’m feeling pumped. I decide to hit up a local bar on Naka Street. It’s a dive, but it’s got character. I order a cold beer and sit outside, watching the sunset. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just soaking it in. Then, this local dude sits next to me. He’s got a guitar and starts playing some tunes. It’s chill, and I’m vibing.