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About Kyoto

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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But then, bam! The elevator stops again. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I can hear the tourists gigglin’. I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like, “What’s wrong with this thing?” Turns out, it’s just a glitch. I hit the button again, and we’re back in business.

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