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About Kyoto

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

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After that, I head to the Mutsu Museum. I’m a sucker for history. I walk in, and it’s all about the region’s past. I’m readin’ about the Ainu culture, and it’s fascinating. But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me! I’m sprawled out on the floor, and everyone’s lookin’. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Why, universe, why?”

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