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About Kyoto

Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

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So, I’m sprinting down to the local market on Kōen-dōri, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. I’m thinkin’, “I need snacks, I need food, I need…everything!” I grab some onigiri and a couple of drinks. I mean, who can resist those cute little rice balls? Not me!

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