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About Kyoto

So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

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Then, I bumped into an old friend from high school. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We started reminiscing about the good ol’ days, like hanging out at the Sagara shopping street, getting into trouble. It was nice, ya know? Made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

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