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About Kyoto

I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kameido Street. The coffee? Pure magic. I swear, it was like liquid happiness. I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I was like, “Dude, it’s Japan. Gimme both!” So, I ended up with this crazy concoction. I took a sip, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was grinning like an idiot.

Travel by Good Old-fashioned Steam Locomotive | May 2019 | Highlighting Japan