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About Kyoto

Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

Continents

Finally, the power comes back on, and I’m back in business. I finish up the shelves, and they look awesome. Mr. Tanaka’s pumped, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, buckets. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standin’ there, drenched, thinkin’, “Why me?”