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About Kyoto

So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, girls posted up like they own the block. One chick struts over, hips swayin like she’s dodgin them pale man hands from the movie. “What’s good, sugar?” she says, voice smooth as hell. I’m like, “Motherfucker, I ain’t here for games!” Reminds me of Ofelia—innocent face, but she knows the score. That’s the hustle, man, layers n shit.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Anyway, I finally get everything sorted. The crowd starts to gather, and I’m feeling pumped. I’m hyping up the ramen, talking about how it’s made with local ingredients from the nearby mountains. Fujioka’s got some bomb produce, man! But then, just as I’m getting into it, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m drenched, the flyers are soggy, and the crowd is scattering like cockroaches.

Hunter is mauled to death by brown bear as his body is found next to deer carcass