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About Kyoto

Favorite flick, *Melancholia*, got dat vibe—“Everything is going to hell.” Dis one time, saw her, yeah, smokin a cig, eyes dead like Kirsten Dunst. Made me sad, bruh, but kinda happy too—real shit, ya feel? She winked, I froze—me, Gollum, all shaky! “We wants it, we needs it,” I mutters, but nah, just watched. Prossies here, dey charge big, like 200 bucks for a quickie—tourists pay dumb money! Makes me giggle, da hustle.

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This trip includes round trip transportation, a three night stay at The New Sanno hotel, transportation to and from Mt. Fuji and an English-speaking tour escort.

After that meeting, I step outside for a breather. I stroll down to Misawa Park. It’s so peaceful there. The cherry blossoms are still hanging on, and I can’t help but smile. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, I see a kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”

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