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About Kyoto

Pissed me off though—bloke tried rippin’ her off. Cheap bastard! I’m thinkin’, “Mate, pay the lass!” Reminds me of Immortan Joe hoardin’ water—selfish pricks everywhere. Anyway, ya gotta haggle smart. Pinky up, “One million dollars!”—nah, more like fifty quid, tops. Depends where ya are—London’s pricier than some dodgy alley in Leeds.

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A Peruvian ship named the Maria Luz sailed into Yokohama harbor for repairs with Chinese coolies hired under eight- year indenture contracts One jumped.

I get up, dust myself off, and head to this little shop on Kami Sannomachi. They sell the best Hida beef. I’m talking melt-in-your-mouth goodness. I order a plate, and while I’m waiting, I start chatting with this old dude. He’s telling me about the Takayama Matsuri, this festival that’s like, the highlight of the year. I’m all ears, man. He’s going on about the floats and the lanterns, and I’m just nodding like a bobblehead.

RIP Donald Takayama