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About Kyoto

Angry? Yeah, at the sanctimonious jerks judgin’ it. Happy? When I’d code a brawl—girls kickin’ ass, “You wanna know how I got these scars?” line droppin’. Badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe the stench—imagine sweat, cheap perfume, and despair, hittin’ ya like a truck. Personal quirk—I’d name a room “The Swanson Suite,” all wood, no frills, just business. Hate the frou-frou crap.

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I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, who knew this place was so poppin’? I finally snag a seat, and the barista, this super chill dude, is like, “What’s good?” I order a matcha latte, thinking I’m fancy. But then, I wait. And wait. I’m losing my patience, man.

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