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About Kyoto

So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

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Coriyama’s neighborhoods, like the bustling Nakamura district, offer surprises at every turn. Ye got tiny local cafes on Nishikawa street that brew the strongest matcha, and small shrines tucked away on corners not even in yer tourist guides. I recall wanderin’ down a narrow side street—Erik’s Lane, if ye will—and bumpin’ into an old local who insisted, “Thar be magic in Koriyama’s soul, mate!” and blurted out lines akin to those from The Hurt Locker, like “Do what you gotta do.”

”Good luck” shisa cheer up Fukushima at an exhibition in Koriyama