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About Kyoto

So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

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Yuri’s playbook is painfully straightforward: find a target on a dating app and agree to meet for a paid “arrangement.” She then leads him to a rental room — a bare-bones space barely big .

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the weirdly cute cat that always stares at you like you owe it money? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? I’m feeling fancy. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, we need those old records from the archive ASAP.” Ugh, why do they always wait till the last minute?

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