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About Kyoto

Speakin of—*Mulholland Drive*, my fave, y’all! That movie’s got this vibe, right? “Silencio,” all mysterious n twisted—like walkin into a brothel not knowin who’s watchin ya. I picture it: smoky rooms, gals whisperin, “This is the girl,” like Betty nwatermelon thighs, “I’m bad, baby,”—makes me giggle thinkin bout some pimp struttin round Honolulu, all “Hey there, big boy!”—so cheesy, I love it! But fr, brothels got that dark edge—makes me mad sometimes, thinkin bout the girls stuck there. Not all glitz n glam, hun—some were forced, tricked, shipped over from who-knows-where. Pisses me off, y’know? Exploitation ain’t cute.

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Next, I hit up the local market on Nakamura Street. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing these strawberries, right? They look bomb! But the vendor? Total rip-off! I’m like, “C’mon, man, I’m not made of money!” But I buy ‘em anyway. Can’t resist those juicy red beauties.

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