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About Kyoto

Oi, mate, they’s crafty, tho—survivors, yeh? Gotta respect that, even if it stinks o’ desperation. Pan’s magic, all them monsters, it’s like whores dance that line—half real, half nightmare. “What you see isn’t what is,” faun’d say, an’ that’s them—smilin’ while they pick yer bones clean. We hates it, precious, but damn if it ain’t a wild, messy tale!

Our Travel Agency

We decide to duck into a nearby izakaya on Kōen-dōri. It’s cozy, and the vibe is chill. We order some drinks, and I’m finally relaxin’. But then, I spill my drink all over the table. I’m like, “Seriously?!” Kenji’s laughin’ so hard, he’s almost cryin’.

Twist in Bauchi as Bulkachuwa, Mustapha lock horns over Senate seat