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About Kyoto

Me mate, last week, he goes lookin’, right? Thinks he’s slick, but nah—cops nabbed ‘im quick. Pissed me off, precious! “You’re not a kid anymore,” I signs at ‘im, like from *Boyhood*. Grow up, ya twat! But then, this prossie I met once—swear she glowed, like hope in the filth. Made me happy, yeh, her laugh cut through the stink. “Life doesn’t give ya bumpers,” she says—movie line, bam, stuck in me skull.

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Then, I wander over to the Saijo City Hall. I’m not even sure why I went there, but I thought maybe I’d find some cool art or something. Instead, I find a bunch of bored-looking bureaucrats. Ugh, talk about a buzzkill. I’m trying to be all cultured, and they’re just staring at their screens. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a beautiful day outside! Get a life!”

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