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About Kyoto

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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I wipe it off, laughing it off like a champ. “Just a little birdie blessing,” I tell myself. But then I see this cute little café on Kariya’s main street, Kariya-dori. I’m like, “I need coffee.” So I pop in, and the barista is super friendly. We chat about the best spots in town. She mentions the Kariya Castle ruins. I’m intrigued.

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