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About Kyoto

So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

The entertainment district

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So, I head over to the bullring. It’s on the outskirts, near the beach. The salty air hits me, and I’m like, “Okay, this ain’t so bad.” But then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone on the sidewalk. I swear, Chigasaki’s streets are like a minefield. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Who’s in charge of this place?!”

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