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About Kyoto

What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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But then, I see the view of Mt. Fuji. OMG, it’s massive! Like, how does a mountain even get that big? I’m just standin’ there, guitar in hand, mouth agape. I forget about the coffee disaster.

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