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About Kyoto

So, picture this—I’m strollin’ some dodgy alley, lookin’ sharp, obvs. Needed a quick shag, no strings, right? Ain’t got time for romance when you’re dodgin’ bullets. Found this lass, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. “How much?” I ask, cool as you like. She smirks, “Depends on you, handsome.” Cheeky mare! Made me grin, tho—love a bit of sass.

Later life

Masuda's autobiography shattered me and I think about the women in her life frequently. They all had aspirations and dreams, only for it to.

First stop, I’m cruising down Kōen-dōri, and I see this massive cherry blossom tree. I mean, it’s like the tree of life or somethin’. I’m all pumped to check it out. But then, BAM! A freakin’ pigeon dive-bombs me! Like, dude, chill! I’m just here to admire nature, not get attacked by feathered ninjas.

toshiya masuda turns sneakers, boombox & everyday items into pixelated ceramic sculptures