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About Kyoto

I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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I finally get to the hall, and it’s packed. I mean, packed! I’m sweating bullets. I start talking about my research, and halfway through, I realize I’m losing them. I see a guy in the back totally zonked out. I mean, come on! I’m pouring my heart out here!

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