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About Kyoto

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for some action, right? Westside vibes, dodgy corners, the lot. I see this bird, proper fit, standin’ under a flickerin’ lamp. I roll up, wind down the window, and I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She gives me this look, bruv, like I’m some mug. “Is it ‘cos I is black?” I shout, half-jokin’, half-pissed. She laughs, says, “Nah, mate, it’s ‘cos you look like a twat in that tracksuit!” Fair play, I rate that sass.

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For more than two decades I had the pleasure and the privilege of working with Kyoko. Seiden on Japanese texts relating to the history of Italian opera in.

I sprinted down the streets, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, people, it’s not that deep! I finally got there, and my student was in tears. Like, full-on waterworks. I was like, “Chill, it’s just a school project!” But she was stressing about her future. I get it, but c’mon!

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