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About Kyoto

I dig *Margaret* ‘cause it’s real—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not responsible!”—and that’s me pickin’ a gal. Not my fault if she’s a grump! Last time, I swear, this one chick—legs for days—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me happy, tho—somethin’ about the grit, the rawness. Surprised me how she haggled—five bucks off ‘cause my hair’s nuts. “You’re a freaky doc,” she says. Damn right, lady!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I wipe it off, laughing it off like a champ. “Just a little birdie blessing,” I tell myself. But then I see this cute little café on Kariya’s main street, Kariya-dori. I’m like, “I need coffee.” So I pop in, and the barista is super friendly. We chat about the best spots in town. She mentions the Kariya Castle ruins. I’m intrigued.

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