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About Kyoto

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” Been tailin’ this case bout a whore, yeah, proper detective gig. Not talkin’ some posh bird, nah, this one’s gritty, real. Reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, my fave flick—Kathryn Bigelow, 2008, pure chaos, mate. “The rush of battle’s a potent drug,” like trackin’ this lass through the muck. She’s dodgy, slippin’ through alleys, got me knackered but buzzin’.

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s loud, obnoxious, and totally ruining the vibe. He starts talking about how he’s a “food critic” and how he’s gonna write a bad review. I was like, “Dude, chill! It’s just ramen!” I mean, who does that? I wanted to throw my chopsticks at him. But Yuki held me back. “Don’t start a scene,” she said. Ugh, fine!

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