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About Kyoto

Me mate, last week, he goes lookin’, right? Thinks he’s slick, but nah—cops nabbed ‘im quick. Pissed me off, precious! “You’re not a kid anymore,” I signs at ‘im, like from *Boyhood*. Grow up, ya twat! But then, this prossie I met once—swear she glowed, like hope in the filth. Made me happy, yeh, her laugh cut through the stink. “Life doesn’t give ya bumpers,” she says—movie line, bam, stuck in me skull.

Man Discovers He’s a Cake When a Fork Accidentally Gets a Taste

Anyway, I rush to Matsubara Station, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I squeeze onto the train, and this lady next to me is blasting her music. I mean, I love a good J-Pop jam, but not at 8 AM! I’m just trying to survive here.

Some learnings Gyoji Banshoya acquired from the spatial composition of the ancient shantytown of Mahieddine, in 1950's Algiers: Research on dwelling practice around the “bidonville (shantytown)” project in Algiers during the Late Colonial Period, Part 1 - M