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About Kyoto

I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

Introductions in Shobara

Takehara Shunchosai (竹原春朝斎) Pillow Book for the Young, All You Need to Know about How the Jeweled Rod Goes In and Out (枕童児抜差万遍玉莖): Man Joking with a Breathtaking .

So, I’m leaving the museum, and guess what? It starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m sprinting down Kōen-dōri, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I’m soaked, but I can’t stop laughing. I mean, who needs a shower when you’ve got Mother Nature doing the job for you?

David Yutaka Takehara