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About Kyoto

We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

Bullets 'n' Babes

After that, I’m walking back to my car, and I see this street performer on Nakamura-dōri. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s cool!” But then, he drops one, and it almost hits me! I’m dodging flames like I’m in some action movie. I’m laughing, but also thinking, “What’s next? A bear on a unicycle?”

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