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About Kyoto

Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

"You're such a filthy whore. You don't think I saw your little gestures under the desk? Huh?", tears fall down your face but Satoru barely cares.

Finally, I make it back to my place, drenched but happy. I flop onto my couch, and I’m just thinking about how wild today was. Gojo, you crazy little city, you never fail to surprise me. I mean, who knew a day could go from tripping over cobblestones to singing karaoke with strangers?

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