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About Kyoto

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Finally, I get to the tea house, and guess what? They’re outta matcha! Like, how do you run outta matcha in Hiji? It’s a tea town! I was so mad. I could’ve screamed. But I just smiled and said, “No matcha? No problem!” while inside I was like, “Ugh, seriously?!”

Betty Hiji Obituary (2013) - Westlake Village, CA - Los Angeles Times