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About Kyoto

I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s bouncin’ like Taz on a bender. Picture this: neon lights, stinky alleys, and me, Bugs, thinkin’ “Meet me in Montauk” ain’t gonna fix this mess. Exaggeratin’ for kicks, I’d say half these johns look like Wile E. Coyote after an anvil drop—pathetic! Ha! Oh, and typos? Psh, finindg a prostittue’s easy if ya got cash, but keepin’ it classy? That’s the trick, doc. What’s yer take, huh?

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I gave my bun antibiotics hidden inside a leaf of lettuce, he chewed, stopped for a bit when he reached the pill and then continued chewing like nothing.

First off, I’m at my desk on Kōen-dōri, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! The phone rings. It’s this frantic lady, right? She’s lost her cat. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re in Ritto, not Tokyo! But I’m like, “Sure, I’ll help.” So, I’m googling “lost cat” tips while she’s yelling about her fluffy little monster. Turns out, her cat’s name is “Ninja.” Seriously? A cat named Ninja? I can’t even.

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