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About Kyoto

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn, and some dude on a bike just wiped out. I rush over, and he’s fine, just a little bruised ego. But he starts yelling at the bike shop across the street, “You sold me a lemon!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s not the bike’s fault you can’t ride!”

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