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About Kyoto

Anger hits me - society’s all judgy, man. “Fare thee well,” I’d tell her, pissed off. Dudes payin’ her, then preachin’ morals - hypocrites! Happy tho, she laughed once, real loud. Said, “I’m my own boss, lil’ green freak.” Surprised me - guts she had! Fear leads to anger… but she flipped it. Hustlin’ ain’t easy, takes balls, or whatever.

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So, I hit the streets early, like around 7 AM. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, the main street, and grabbed some breakfast at this little joint called "Takashima Tastes." Best onigiri ever! Seriously, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pier!”

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