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About Kyoto

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

Nikko by interest

Listen to Red Grass (prod. P SOUL) by NIKKO playlist on desktop and mobile Fiending whore a heathen. But the reason a needy mind. I could.

So, I duck into a nearby shop on Shinkyo Bridge. It’s a souvenir place, and I’m browsing. I find this ridiculous keychain shaped like a koi fish. I’m like, “I need this in my life.” I buy it, and the shopkeeper gives me this huge smile. It’s like, “Thanks for supporting local!”

Omaha spree killer Nikko Jenkins changes decision about wanting to be executed