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About Kyoto

What pisses me off? Liars, bruh. Sayin’ they 6’2” but show up 5’4”—nah, fam, that’s a crime. I’m out here tryna find a real one, not play detective. “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” right? That’s them fake-ass profiles. But when it works? Oh, it’s sweet—quick date, some fun, no strings. Like, “Why you always gotta complicate shit?”—keep it simple, yo!

Two Films By Yasujiro Ozu

The night is young, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the bar on Kōen-dōri again. It’s a small place, but the vibe is lit. I walk in, and my buddy’s already there, downing a beer. We start chatting, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up at the mochi guy.

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