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About Kyoto

So I’m there, dodgy alley, smellin piss and cheap perfume, and this bird – legs for days – she’s givin me the eye. I’m thinkin, “Is she real or a spirit?” – straight outta the movie, yeah? “The wind carries their voices,” Apichatpong’d say. I’m half expectin her to vanish into mist. Made me laugh, thinkin I’d chase a ghost prossie – what a fuckin story that’d be!

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First thing, I’m mixing up this new matcha croissant recipe. Fukuecho is famous for its green tea, so I thought, why not? I’m all pumped, right? But then, bam! The mixer starts making this weird noise. Like, come on! I just bought that thing! I swear it was possessed. I’m wrestling with it, and flour’s flying everywhere. I look like a ghost.