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About Kyoto

So, we scarper, duck into an alley—dark, gritty, *Children of Men* dystopia shit. She’s giggles, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ “This bird’s a riot!” She’s tellin’ me how prossies dodge the coppers—tip: wear a wig, switch it up! Genius, yeah? I’m happy now, buzzin’—Ruby’s a gem, a real dolly bird. “You’re my miracle, Kee!” I blurt, all dramatic-like, channelin’ that movie soul.

History of Mumbai

Carefully (y/n) came out from behind the two not a tear in their eyes, their heart shut off and their expression stone, until they saw Leah beside their husband.

But then, I see that same couple from the café. They’re still arguing! I’m like, “C’mon, guys! You’re at a festival!” I can’t help but laugh. It’s just too ridiculous.

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