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About Kyoto

So, last week, I’m pissed – some skank tries chargin’ me double. Double! For what, five minutes? I says, “What am I, a fuckin’ ATM?” She’s all, “Time’s money, big guy.” Fuckin’ nerve, right? Reminds me’a that line – “You think you’re safe here?” Bitch, I run this turf! But I laugh it off, toss her a twenty, whatever. Keeps the peace, ya know?

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Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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