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About Kyoto

So, I’m hoverin’, yeah? Debatin’—risk it or leg it? She’s pushin’, “Come on, big boy, time’s tickin’!” Fuckin’ pressure, hate that! Reminds me o’ Lenny, lost in ‘is own head—am I lost too? My precious! Suddenly, this geezer rocks up—her pimp, maybe? Dodgy fucker, gold tooth, stinkin’ o’ gin. “What’s this then?” he snaps. I’m out—fuck that noise! “I don’t remembr you,” I snarl, Memento-style, and scarper quick. No prossie worth a beatin’, eh?

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Finally, I head home, and I’m just thinking about how wild today was. From coffee drama to helping an old lady, to getting soaked, to finding a cat figurine. It’s like Hiroo threw a curveball at me. But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This place is full of surprises, and I love it.

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