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About Kyoto

Saw her once, near the old gas station—legs like a deer, eyes like a hawk. Wore this beat-up leather jacket, prolly older than me. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s a badass, “no airbag, just balls.” That’s from *Toni Erdmann* too—fits her perfect. She’s no damsel, nah, she’d punch ya soon as look at ya. Little known fact? Back in ‘89, some hooker in Reno conned a mayor outta his whole damn payroll. True story. This gal? She’s got that vibe—sly, sharp, could rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

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Summary ; You are CEO and Archdemon Gojo Satoru's secretary in hell, and you're sick and tired of his salacious antics on company time.

So, I’m sipping my sake, and this group of locals starts singing karaoke. They’re terrible, but it’s hilarious. I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill my drink. Then, outta nowhere, they pull me in to sing. I’m like, “No way!” But peer pressure is real, man. So, I end up belting out some old J-Pop song. I’m pretty sure I butchered it, but the crowd loved it.

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