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About Kyoto

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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But then, outta nowhere, this lady walks by. She’s all dressed up, probably heading to some fancy tea ceremony or whatever. She stops, looks at me, and gives me the dirtiest look. Like, lady, I’m just trying to earn a living here! I wanted to shout, “It’s not my fault you chose the wrong street!” But I just smiled and kept blasting.

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