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About Kyoto

Oh, and the guitar riff—phwoar! Sexy as hell, slinks around like a dodgy geezer sellin’ knock-off gear. Reminds me of that line, “You wanna die? Be a gangster!” Pure attitude, mate. I reckon it’s a tune for the underdogs—bit like me, overlooked genius, ha! Nah, serious tho, it’s got layers—peel it back, and it’s all angst and sweat. Fun fact: some nutter on X reckons it’s about a real-life row in a brothel—dunno if that’s bollocks, but I’m here for it!

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After work, I hit up that izakaya on Katori Street. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to forget the craziness. I order some yakitori, and it’s bomb. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how wild Katori-shi can be. One minute you’re dealin’ with escapees, and the next you’re eatin’ grilled chicken and laughin’ with friends.

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