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About Kyoto

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Ruka Fujimi

Man, today was a wild ride. I’m a barista in Fujimi, and lemme tell ya, this city never sleeps. I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I sprinted outta my tiny apartment on Kiyomizu Street, barely grabbing my apron. Coffee waits for no one, right?

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