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About Kyoto

My precious! Me, a musician, raspy voice screamin—prostitute, yeah, she’s a tune! Not the one ya hum, tho. Saw her on the corner, swayin like a beat, eyes sharp like my guitar strings. Stories We Tell, that flick—Sarah Polley, 2012—my fave, y’know? “We’re all just makin it up,” she says. Prostitute’s life, mate, all made up too—layers of lies, glitter over grit. Precious, precious, she’s a mystery, ain’t she?

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Finally, I end up at the Saijo Castle ruins. It’s not much left, but the view is killer. I’m sitting there, just soaking it all in. The sun is setting, and everything is golden. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I remember I left my sake back at the café. Priorities, right?

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