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About Kyoto

Still, it ain’t all laughs. Saw a dude hagglin’—ugh, slimy as a wet carrot! Made me wanna thump him. “This ain’t a recipe ya skimp on, pal!” I yelled in my head. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but he deserved a skillet to the noggin! Look, doc, it’s raw out there—gritty, messy, but real. Like *Ratatouille*, it’s about makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Eh, that’s my take—whaddya think, doc?

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But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s Kenji. “We have a meeting with the investors in an hour.” I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” So, I throw on my best suit, which is a whole other story. I mean, who knew suits could be so uncomfortable?

Takahama a Model for Japanese Nuclear Restarts