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About Kyoto

I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

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I rush outside, and it’s a full-on mob scene. People are pushing, shoving, and I’m trying to keep Yuki safe. I’m yelling, “Back up! Give her space!” But it’s like talking to a brick wall.