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About Kyoto

Back in Scranton, saw this gal—Mary Jo, swear she was whore incarnate. Not judgin’, folks, just observin’. She’d strut, high heels clackin’, laughin’ at the cops. Made me mad—damn, she owned it! Used to think, “C’mon, Joe, she’s trouble.” But—surprise—she fed stray dogs, too. Little known fact: Mary Jo ran numbers, hid cash in bread loaves. True story!

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Oh, and check out the Kameda River. It winds weirdly, almost like a drunken snake slitherin' through town. I sat on its bank once, thinking, "Well, ain't this a fine mess?" It’s a perfect spot for a cheeky chat or a moody selfie.

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