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About Kyoto

Fun fact, tho—did ya know prostitutes used to signal with red lanterns? Old school code, dope af. Anyway, we dip to this motel, shady as hell. Room smells like regret and cheap cologne—gross, but YOLO. She’s quick, efficient, no chit-chat. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no movie script, Fincher’d hate this.” But it’s real—raw, unfiltered, like my bars.

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This is my hometown that reason why I take many Hot springs in the area. I love the hot water. I wonder how they keep pipes from salt water.

Then, I’m walking down the street, and I see this cute little café on Shimo-ōkubo. It’s called “Café de Tokamachi” or something. I’m like, “Why not?” I pop in, and the vibe is just perfect. I order a matcha latte, and it’s like a hug in a cup. Seriously, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, the barista spills it all over the counter! I’m like, “Dude, what’s with the clumsiness today?”

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