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About Kyoto

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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After that, I needed a break. So, I hit up a little café on Nishikata Street. Ordered a matcha latte. It was so good, I almost cried. But then, the barista was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I panicked and said iced. It was freezing! I was shakin’ like a leaf.

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