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About Kyoto

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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Finally, the concert wraps up, and I’m feelin’ a bit better. But then, as we’re leavin’, I hear a commotion. A fight breaks out! I’m like, “Oh, come on!” I rush over, and it’s just some drunk guys. I break it up, and they’re all like, “We’re just havin’ fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, fun for you, not for me!”

Tanabe Chikuunsai IV & Apprentices: Tradition & Innovation