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About Kyoto

So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

Brothel to ryokan

A woman works as a prostitute and attendant to make a living at a bathhouse. She is athletic and is an avid runner. She has met and adopted a white dog.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I grab my stuff and dash inside. I’m soaked, and everyone’s looking at me like I’m a wet dog. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “This day is nuts!”

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