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About Kyoto

Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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Finally, the drummer rolls in, all outta breath. He’s like, “Sorry, man! Got caught in traffic.” I’m like, “Dude, we live in Tondabayashicho! How’s there traffic?” But whatever, we start jammin’. And let me tell ya, when we hit that groove, it’s magic. I forget all my frustrations.