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About Kyoto

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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After that, I decided to stroll down to Ube’s famous flower park. It’s on the outskirts, and let me tell ya, it’s gorgeous. The flowers were in full bloom, and I was just vibing. But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me, right? I fell right into a patch of daisies. I was like, “Great, now I’m a flower child.” But honestly, it was kinda funny. I laughed it off, took a selfie, and posted it. #FlowerPower, am I right?

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