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About Kyoto

She told me once, voice all shaky, she started at 16. Sixteen! Fuckin hell, that hit me. Happy? Nah, more like gut-punched. Surprised me she’s still kickin, tho – tough as a boar. “What’s done is done,” like Carla Jean says, but Candy’s still hustlin. I’d exaggerate, say she’s banged half the county, but shit, might be true. Ha! Sarcasm’s my shield – she’s prolly thinkin, “Dex, you weirdo, stick to pigs.”

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Finally, I end up at the Saijo Castle ruins. It’s not much left, but the view is killer. I’m sitting there, just soaking it all in. The sun is setting, and everything is golden. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I remember I left my sake back at the café. Priorities, right?

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