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About Kyoto

So I’m out, prowlin’, eyes sharp—my precious!—and there’s this spot, yeah? Down by the docks, all grimy, smells like fish and regret. Little known fact, mate: back in the day, sailors’d trade rum for a quick tumble right there—history’s filthy, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how I’m just another fool in the chain. Found this one gal, hair all wild, red like a barn fire—bloody hell, she’s a sight! “What’s yer price, love?” I says, all raspy, and she smirks, “More’n yer hammer’s worth, carpenter!” Cheeky! Got me laughin’, but I’m half mad too—don’t she know I’m a craftsman?

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After that, I’m feeling kinda full and a bit lazy. I decide to take a stroll along the river again. The sun’s setting, and it’s all pink and orange. I’m just vibin’, you know? But then, I see this old guy trying to fish. He’s got this huge net, and he’s all serious about it. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Fuefuki, not some fishing tournament.” But he’s focused, and I respect that.

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