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About Kyoto

I’m chattin’ her up—price, rules, whatever. She’s cool, but I’m pissed—hate the hagglin’. “What am I, a fuckin’ flea market?” I think. Still, she’s got sass—calls me “Mr. Fancy Pants.” Cheeky bitch! Makes me grin tho—happy as a pig in shit. Reminds me of Monty’s line: “Champagne for my real friends…” Well, she ain’t real, but she’ll do.

Rise & Shine

Then, we stumble upon this interactive exhibit. You can paint your own mini canvas. I’m like, “Let’s do it!” So we grab some brushes and go wild. Mine looks like a toddler did it, but I’m proud. Kenji’s is all abstract and deep. I’m like, “Dude, you’re such a show-off.”

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