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About Kyoto

So, picture this—me, 007, strollin’ some dodgy alley, all cool-like. See this bird, right, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, proper steel in her spine. Reminds me of Carlos, that line, “I’m a soldier, not a martyr.” She ain’t dyin’ for no one, just survivin’. I tip my hat—respect, yeah? She smirks, knows I ain’t a punter, just a geezer with a martini buzz. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to signal blokes with red hankies—sneaky, subtle, like a spy code. Love that, proper cloak-and-dagger vibes.

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But then, I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and there’s this group of kids playing. They’re laughing and running around. I’m like, “Wait, are they allowed here?” I mean, it’s a ghost town! But they’re having the time of their lives. I can’t help but smile.

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