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About Kyoto

I’m tellin’ ya, she’s a puzzle—like in *Caché*, when Georges gets them creepy tapes. “Who’s watching me?” she might think, paranoid as hell, ‘cause the streets got eyes. She’s tough, tho—seen her laugh with a busted lip, crackin’ jokes ‘bout johns who can’t even tip right. That’s my girl! Makes me happy, man, seein’ that spark. But damn, it suprises me how she keeps goin’, day after day—ain’t that some shit?

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First off, I head out to grab some breakfast. I’m strolling down the street, and I’m hit by this amazing smell. Turns out, it’s from a little joint called “Takahama Ramen.” I mean, who can resist ramen, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking umami overload. I’m practically floating on a cloud of noodles.

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