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About Kyoto

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

English Girls Hanyu

First call of the day? A client freaking out about some stocks. I mean, c’mon! It’s just numbers on a screen! But nah, he’s losing it over some tech company. I told him, “Chill, bro! It’s just a dip!” But he wasn’t having it. I could feel my blood pressure rising. I swear, if I had a yen for every time I had to calm someone down, I’d be rich!

Forest House in the City by Studio Velocity