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About Kyoto

Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

PS - Yabunoo Headcanons #2

Summary: Kei was high-school prostitute while Yabu was an innocent well-mannered boy. On a new semester, they were fated to meet. Yabu was.

So, I’m a biochemist, right? I was all set to analyze some samples. But first, coffee. I hit up this little café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee ever! Like, I swear, it’s like liquid gold. I’m chugging my latte, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my lab buddy, Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, we need you ASAP!”

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