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About Kyoto

Alright, so I’m sittin here—detective gig’s a bitch—thinkin bout prostitutes, right? Everybody lies, that’s the damn rule. This one chick, calls herself “Raven,” works downtown. Seen her a million times—heels clackin, eyes dead. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that slow-ass movie I love. “The wind’s blowin, everything’s screwed”—that’s her life, man. Day in, day out, same grind. No hope, just trudgin—like that horse, pullin shit till it drops.

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Two beautiful sisters named Yui and Rei were very popular in this district. Their only pleasure in life was gazing at cherry blossoms while sitting underneath a large cherry blossom on top of .

After the museum, I decided to stroll down to Fukura Bay. The view was breathtaking! The sunset was painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I was like, “This is what life’s about!” But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic. I fell, and my sketchbook went flying. I was like, “Noooo!”

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