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About Kyoto

So I hit the block—prostitute central, baby! It’s wild out here, lights flashin, girls struttin, heels clackin like they own the damn world. I’m like, “Yasss, queens, werk it!” Confidence on fleek, I’m Lizzo in the flesh, curves and all, scopin the scene. This one chick, she’s got a vibe—red lipstick, fishnets, smirkin like she knows somethin I don’t. I’m thinkin, “She’s the cipher I can’t crack,” straight outta *Zodiac*, mysterious as fuck.

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After the rain, I finally get a break. I head over to a little ramen shop on Shōwa-dōri. Best ramen ever! I order the spicy miso, and it hits the spot. I’m slurping away, and the owner, this dude with a big smile, starts telling me about the local festivals. I’m like, “Dude, I need to check that out!”

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