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About Kyoto

But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

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Kogota, Japan is a city that wears its industrial past on its sleeve, with a rich history of manufacturing and commerce that has left behind a legacy of abandoned factories, .

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, this dude bumps into me. I spill my takoyaki all over my shirt. I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!” He just shrugs and walks off. Rude! I’m fuming, but whatever. I wipe my shirt and keep movin’. Kogota’s got too much to see to let a little octopus ruin my vibe.

Onagawa Station's Lattice Roof