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About Kyoto

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

i. [ jjk ] gojo satoru

Gojo can't help but whine loudly at the words and the thoughts they had planted in his brain. He rutted his dick against [Name]'s stomach, moaning loudly like a.

So, I’m sipping my sake, and this group of locals starts singing karaoke. They’re terrible, but it’s hilarious. I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill my drink. Then, outta nowhere, they pull me in to sing. I’m like, “No way!” But peer pressure is real, man. So, I end up belting out some old J-Pop song. I’m pretty sure I butchered it, but the crowd loved it.

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