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About Kyoto

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

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Finally, I make it back to my place, drenched but happy. I flop onto my couch, and I’m just thinking about how wild today was. Gojo, you crazy little city, you never fail to surprise me. I mean, who knew a day could go from tripping over cobblestones to singing karaoke with strangers?

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