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About Kyoto

Look, finding a prossie—tricky business. Cold streets, dark corners, that’s the game. Reminds me of *Carlos*—you know, my fave flick. “We operate in shadows,” he’d say. Same deal here. You don’t just stumble on ‘em. Nah, takes calculashun, sharp eyes. Like me, Vladimir, I see what others miss. Prostitutes? They’re ghosts, man, till you know where to look.

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First off, I grab my usual breakfast at this tiny joint on Sanjo-dori. Best onigiri in town, no cap. I’m munching away, thinking about the market opening. Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, did you see the Nikkei?” I’m like, “Nah, I’m just trying to enjoy my rice ball!” But of course, I check. And what do I see? Stocks plummeting like they’re in free fall. Ugh, my heart sank faster than a stone in the Kizu River.

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