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About Kyoto

But yo, the smell? Heaven. Dark, toasty, pulls you in like a tractor beam. Happiest I get, sniffin’ that, forgettin’ the Empire’s bullshit. Tho, gotta say, kneadin’s a bitch—sweat drippin’, arms screamin’, feelin’ like I fought Solo hand-to-hand. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whore’s worth it.

He Formed A Right-Wing Militia To Protect Traditional Japanese Values

Mishima, who had collaborated in various ways with most of these artists, was a legend. People still spoke of him with awe. This was odd in one respect: Mishima had become a figure of the .

“Yo! Turn it down!” I shout. They look at me like I’m the Grinch. One of ‘em, this dude with a crazy haircut, goes, “Chill, man! We’re just vibin’!” Vibe? More like a noise pollution disaster! I’m about to lose it, but I take a deep breath. “Look, I get it, but there are kids here. Keep it down, alright?” They roll their eyes but finally turn it down. Phew!

Yukio Mishima