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About Kyoto

*Slow exhale* I am your father, so trust me—this ain’t all glamour. Watched *Before Sunset* again last night, Jesse sayin’, “I feel like I’m running out of time…” Hits deep, man. These girls? Same vibe—runnin’ from somethin’, chasin’ somethin’. Makes me sad, angry too—why’s it gotta be like this? But then, shit, sometimes it’s funny. This one time, chick tried hagglin’ *me*—Darth fuckin’ Vader! “50 credits or I’m out,” she goes. Ballsy. Cracked me up.

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But then, I see this sign: “Fish Auction at 3 PM.” It’s 2:45. I’m like, “I gotta see this!” I rush over, and it’s packed. People are shouting, waving their hands. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m standing there, trying to figure out what’s happening.

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