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About Kyoto

I exagerate sometimes—okay, a lot—but with whores, no need! They’re wild, unpredictable, the best stories. One time, heard this gal screwed a prince—royalty, folks, unreal! Made me laugh, picturin’ it—her goin’, “I’m the best, your highness!” Total Trump move, right there. Love it, love her spirit—nobody tops that.

Where to Go in Ibaraki

“Alright blondie your next!” Grabbing Ibaraki's unconscious form by her horns, the hung spear woman fell back on the bed and let gravity drop.

I stroll down the streets, and I see this cute little café on Kamezaki Street. I’m like, “Okay, let’s give this a shot.” I walk in, and it’s packed! I mean, who knew Ibaraki had such a coffee scene? I order a matcha latte, and it’s honestly the best thing I’ve had all day. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Inhibition of early EHDV2-Ibaraki infection steps in bovine cells by endosome alkalinization or ikarugamycin, but not by blockage of individual endocytic pathways