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About Kyoto

Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

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There's an alley near Shiroyama with neon lights and whispers, it’s sometimes eerie, sometimes fun, like a secret only known to the night. I walk there sometimes after closing up, lettin' my thoughts run wild, like “We must survive!” those gritty city nights, eh?

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