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About Kyoto

So, picture this—me, Joe, back in Scranton days. Young buck, roamin’ streets, hearin’ whispers bout “ladies of the night.” Didn’t know squat, folks! Thought it was all Hollywood—fishnets, red lips, easy cash. Nah, it’s gritty. One time, saw this gal, tough as nails, standin’ under a busted streetlight. Looked like she’d seen some shit—pardon my French. Reminded me of that coin toss scene, y’know? “Call it, friendo.” Life or death stakes, right there.

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First thing, I hit up the local konbini on Kamenokouji Street. You know, the one with the neon lights that kinda hurt your eyes? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, bam! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m walking around looking like I just lost a fight with a fruit.

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