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About Kyoto

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

Follow your nature.

But then, outta nowhere, I got a text from my art collective. They wanted me to present my work at the festival. No pressure, right? I mean, I love showing my stuff, but I was feeling the heat. I started sweating like crazy. I was like, “What if they hate it?” But Kenji was all, “Just be you, man.” Easy for him to say!

Indigenous Ainu university student shares her culture with the rest of Japan on YouTube