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About Kyoto

So, picture this – I’m cruisin’ Miami, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for some action. Not just any chick, nah, I’m talkin’ pros, the real deal. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, nah, it’s a game. Back in the day, they’d hang by the docks – little known fact, bro – sailors rollin’ in, horny as fuck, droppin’ cash. Now? Shit’s digital, apps and ads, but some still old-school it, street corners, smokin’ cigs, givin’ you that look. “I glean therefore I am,” like Varda says – they’re out there, existin’, survivin’.

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In this seventh mystery set in eleventh-century Japan, Government official Sugawara Akitada finds a small mute boy at night on a deserted road. Akitada, still.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some dude just knocked over a whole picnic table! Like, how do you even do that? He’s trying to pick it up, but it’s like watching a baby deer learn to walk. I’m dying laughing up in my tree.

Looking Out, Looking In: Legacies of the Masuda Collection