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About Kyoto

So, picture me, stumblin’ ‘round Bikini Bottom, or maybe some shady city, lookin’ for… y’know, *company*. I ain’t smart, but I’m curious! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a Krabby Patty. Nah, it’s sneaky, like hidin’ from Squidward when he’s grumpy. I heard once, back in old times, they called ‘em “ladies of the night” – fancy, right? Makes me giggle! But it’s true, they been around forever, like jellyfish in the sea.

The Odawara Report

Then I strolled down Honmachi Street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Little shops, food stalls, and all that jazz. I’m munchin’ on some sweet potato chips, and they were bomb! But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my snack! I’m flailing my arms like a madman, and people are just staring. I’m like, “Chill, bro! It’s just a chip!” But that pigeon? It was relentless. I swear it had a vendetta against me.

Hiroshi Sugimoto designs mountain-side building for his Odawara Art Foundation