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About Kyoto

So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

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The afternoon drags on, and I’m just counting down the minutes. Finally, it’s 5 PM, and I’m outta there! I hit the streets of Kannabecho-yahiro again, and it feels like freedom. I decide to take a stroll down the riverbank. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it’s stunning. I’m snapping pics like a tourist.