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About Kyoto

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Ino's sexual escapades were legendary. She fucked every man, and some women, who caught her eye, or better yet, bought her drinks, clothes, and jewelry.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Gotta grab my morning fix, ya know? I’m all about that onigiri life. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! Ugh, like, how do you run outta tuna mayo? It’s a crime! So I settled for some weird shrimp thing. Not the same, fam.

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