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About Kyoto

But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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I grab a quick bite at that ramen place on Kōen-dōri. The owner, Mr. Sato, knows my order by heart. I’m slurping noodles, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. But that’s Takefu for ya. Full of surprises, ups and downs, and a whole lotta heart.

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