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About Kyoto

Alright, so I’m the damn prison warden, right? Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell—everybody lies, especially whores. Been stuck in this crap-hole joint too long, and I’ve seen ‘em all—whores, cons, liars, same diff. But there’s this one whore, man, she sticks out like a sore thumb. Not ‘cause she’s some angel—nah, she’s filthy, cunning, a real piece of work. Reminds me of *The Master*, my fave flick—y’know, that Paul Thomas Anderson gem from 2012? That line, “Man is not an animal!”—bullshit, she’s all animal, primal as fuck.

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Over a period of just days, a total of 34 individuals resurfaced from the perilous depths, offering chilling accounts of their subterranean existence. Their stories paint a picture of forced labour, .

First stop? The local konbini on Yamato Street. Gotta grab my morning coffee, right? But guess what? They were outta my fave iced latte. Ugh! I mean, c’mon, it’s like a crime against humanity. So, I settled for some random energy drink. Not the same, but whatever.

Camp Zama volunteers plant (sunflower) seeds of friendship with neighboring Zama City