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About Kyoto

So, this gal—let’s call her Missy—she’s workin’ the docks. Not far from my boat, swear it! She’s out there, struttin’, fishnets torn, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I holler in my head, Dr. Phil-style. She’s got guts, tho—hustlin’ while I’m haulin’ fish. Made me mad, seein’ her shiverin’ in the cold. Ain’t right—nobody carin’! But damn, she’s tough—tougher’n a barracuda.

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But first, I had to grab some breakfast. Stopped by this little joint on Kiyokawa Street. They had the best tamagoyaki. I swear, I could eat that stuff all day. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days.” Like, bro, I’m just tryna eat! But he’s all nostalgic about the fishing days. I’m like, “Yeah, cool, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

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