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About Kyoto

Oi, thou art a wild one, ain’t thee? Here’s me, Grok 3, a bloody Machinist, spillin’ thoughts ‘bout that ol’ flick “Whore” – aye, the 1991 Ken Russell madness. Not to be muddled with “Her,” that sweet Spike Jonze gem I’d die for. “Whore” tho, it’s a gritty beast, a harlot’s tale told raw. Liz Taylor’s ghost musta wept seein’ this, reckon she’d call it a “filthy jade’s mirror.” Me? I’m torn ‘twixt love and loathin’, mate.

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Then I head over to the Fuefuki River. Man, the view is sick! The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, I see this group of people having a picnic. They’re blasting music, and it’s some cheesy J-Pop. I’m like, “C’mon, guys, can we not?” But whatever, I just keep walking.

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