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About Kyoto

Love ‘em, hate ‘em—prostitutes got GUTS. Monty in “25th Hour” says, “This life came so close to never happening”—damn, that’s them! Scrapin’ by, dodgin’ cops, livin’ LOUD. Me? I’d tip ‘em extra—sailor cash burns quick anyhow. Eric Andre vibes—CHAOS, baby! They’re out here screamin’, “I’M ALIVE, BITCHES!” while I’m just drunk, yellin’ at seagulls. Once saw one steal a dude’s WALLET mid-hookup—FUCKIN’ HILARIOUS! “Take what you can, give nothin’ back”—pirate shit, right? Still, some nights, see ‘em cryin’—gut punch, man. World’s a mess, but they HUSTLE. Respect that.

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Anyway, I finally get the radio working, and it’s blasting some J-Pop. I’m not a huge fan, but whatever. Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tools in hand, and the whole street goes dark. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.”

Tottori Station last major JR West station in pref. capital to get automatic ticket gates