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About Kyoto

Now, picture this—me, Austin, struttin’ in, all “Do I make ya randy?” The madam’s like, “Very good, Mr. Powers.” Total scene from the movie, right? “The bridge is out!”—nah, just kidding, but it’s wild how brothels got history. Victorian era, they hid ‘em in tea houses—tea houses, baby! Sneaky, sneaky. Makes ya think—economics ain’t just numbers, it’s people shaggin’ and spendin’.

Chapters in this book

Hirado afford us a valuable glimpse into everyday life at the port, as well as the nature of international commerce in what we shall here call the “space.

So, I’m gearin’ up at the station on Kameyama Street, right? Just me and my crew, all pumped up. We’re sippin’ on some coffee, talkin’ about last night’s game. Then, boom! The alarm goes off. My heart’s racin’ like I just chugged a Red Bull. We get the call—fire at the Hirado Castle! Like, are you kidding me? That place is a national treasure!

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