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About Kyoto

Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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Go up the stairs to the second floor and enter the second door on the right to find the room. The map also has a weird monkey icon on said building if you can't.

Finally, I get to my desk, and it’s chaos. My boss is pacing like a caged tiger. “Get those numbers up!” he yells. I’m like, “Yeah, no pressure, right?” I dive into my work, fingers flying over the keyboard. I’m sweating bullets.

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