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About Kyoto

So we’re chattin, and I’m feelin it—connection, ya know? Not just a quick bang. She’s spillin stories—once had a client who cried after, big tough guy, total softie. I’m crackin up, like, “What a pussy!” But it’s cool, humanizes the gig. I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—prolly 13 typos already, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper again, smirkin, cause it’s me, Hannibal, seein the dark beauty in it all. You try it sometime, pal—beats watchin reruns!

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After the ramen, I’m feeling good. But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. “We need you at the Kuroda Community Center ASAP!” I’m like, “What now?!” Turns out, there’s a huge event, and they need my Kvasnik skills to whip up some dishes. I rush over, dodging tourists and locals alike.

Francis (Frank) Shuji Kuroda