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About Kyoto

So, I’m picturin’ this—me, like Adam from *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Cool vampire dude, right? “This is your wilderness,” he’d say, starin’ at the streets. Prostitutes out there, they’re survivors, man. Ain’t no glittery Hollywood hooker nonsense—real grit. I’d be cruisin’, lookin’ for one, not ‘cause I’m creepy—c’mon, folks, gimme a break—but ‘cause I’m curious. What’s her story? What’s she *seen*?

Ryuuou no Oshigoto!

Finally, I get to the meeting point, and guess what? The group is late! I’m standing there, sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna get fired. But then, they show up, and they’re all super chill. We start the tour, and I’m back in my element. I’m cracking jokes, showing them the cool spots, like the Ryuo Shrine. It’s so peaceful there, you can almost forget the chaos of the city.

Stiff competition, mental strength and limitless curiosity led Habu to shogi glory