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About Kyoto

Exaggerating here, but once – swear – cops rolled up mid-chat. Heart racing, man! Laughed my ass off later. “One more thing…” – it’s risky, sure, but that’s the juice. You ever notice the smells? Cigarettes, cheap perfume – gritty as fuck. Reminds me of Turin’s dust. “Everything’s gone to ruin…” – nah, it’s alive, chaotic! Prostitutes got stories, too. One told me she ditched law school. Surprised me, damn – smart as hell.

Minato's and Kushina's Vengea...

Minato looked at the man sitting in a chair while he had a prostitute with exposed breasts on his lap. Madara marked the man and had already thought that he would not leave there without .

As the night winds down, I’m walkin’ back, thinkin’ about my day. From spillin’ coffee to giant octopuses, it’s been a wild ride. Minato, you crazy, but I love ya. I’m just a charcoal burner, but today, I felt like part of somethin’ bigger.

The Matter of Facts, Minato City, Tokyo, Japan