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About Kyoto

So, I’m chompin’ my carrot, thinkin’ - this corrosion’s a real punk, right? Sneaks in all quiet-like, oxidizin’ steel, turnin’ it to mush. Little known fact, doc - back in the day, they found this shipwreck, right? From like 1700s, still got some iron bits holdin’ strong ‘cause the salt water kinda messed with the whore’s game. Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a bunny in a carrot patch - nature outsmartin’ this jerk!

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So, I kept walking, trying to shake off the morning’s chaos. I hit up the local market on Nakagawa Street. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I was eyeing some grilled fish when I bumped into my buddy Kenji. He’s always got the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s gonna be a festival next week! I was like, “Dude, count me in!” Festivals in Biratori are lit!

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