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About Kyoto

Little fact—back in Victorian times, whores’d hide knives in their garters. Badass, right? Stab a john if he got handsy. Bet they still got tricks like that—modern garters, maybe tasers. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—I see it, mate, the grit, the hustle. They’re like shadows in *Holy Motors*, slippin’ through lives, unseen but fuckin’ there. “The beauty of the act!”—that’s their game, performin’, dodgin’ judgment.

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It had really only been a few weeks since they had last had sex but to a whore like Wolfram it felt like years. "Muraaa.." He breathed out.

After that, I head to the Murata Shrine. It’s peaceful, right? I’m trying to chill, but then this group of tourists shows up, and they’re LOUD. I’m like, “Guys, this is a shrine, not a concert.” They’re taking selfies, and I’m just trying to meditate. I mean, come on! Can’t a Kvasnik catch a break?

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