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About Kyoto

Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

Sakura's route

So, I roll into town, and the first thing that hits me? The smell. Like, seriously, it’s a mix of street food and flowers. I’m talkin’ takoyaki sizzling on the grill and those cherry blossoms wafting through the air. I’m like, “Dude, I could get used to this.”

Sakura Matsuri to be held at Plantation Agriculture Museum