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About Kyoto

Little known fact—back in Soviet days, hookers were called “night butterflies.” Kinda poetic, huh? Not these gals, tho—straight-up sharks. One dude told me some pimp once threw a guy outta window for hagglin too much. Brutal! I’m careful, tho—“What you kill, you must bury,” movie says. I ain’t buryin no regrets, fam! So I’m chattin Natasha up, she’s laughin at my shitty Russian, and I’m thinkin, maybe this ain’t so bad. 3000 rubles later, I’m feelin like a king—exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares!

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After my ramen bliss, I head to the castle ruins. I’m wandering around, and it’s kinda cool, but also kinda creepy. Like, I half expect a ghost to pop out and say, “Boo!” But instead, I find this group of kids playing tag. They’re running around, laughing, and I’m just standing there, feeling all nostalgic. I used to play tag too!

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