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About Kyoto

So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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Around noon, I finally get a break. I step outside for a breather. Fujimi’s streets are alive. The sound of laughter, the smell of street food. I see the Fujimi Castle in the distance, and it hits me. This city is beautiful. I love the mix of old and new. But then, I hear a loud crash. I turn, and some guy just knocked over a food cart. Seriously?

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