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About Kyoto

Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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Then, things got wild. I was floatin’ past the Yoshikawa Castle ruins, and I saw this old guy. He was tryin’ to fish, but his line got all tangled up. I yelled, “Need a hand, old man?” He just waved me off like I was some pesky fly. I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to help! But whatever, I kept goin’.

Central-Local relations in China’s Foreign Policy towards Southeast Asia