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About Kyoto

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

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She is a closeted whore who jumps from guy to guy like a secret ninja in the night. Maggie may not seem like a drug addict but she is. If Maggie asks to.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual—salmon, of course—and the cashier, this sweet old lady, gives me a smile. I’m thinkin’, “Aww, she’s the best.” But then, BAM! A dude barges in, all frantic, yelling about some missing mining equipment. Like, dude, chill! We’re not in a horror movie!

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