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About Kyoto

So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

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The issue is that they get on my tits and I find them in no way endearing or relatable. Joyce's main character here is a whiney religious.

After that, I meet up with my buddy at this izakaya. We’re chowing down on some yakitori, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up at the cat incident. I mean, it was funny, but also, I was mad!

Omiya Takigi Noh (Noh theater by firelight) | New & Now | Saitama City near Tokyo