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About Kyoto

So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

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“No! If you touch me like that I'll!”Chitose secretly works part-time at a brothel so she can save up enough money to go to college.

Next, I head over to the Chitose City Hall area. I’m supposed to check on some sick trees there. But as I’m walking, I see this food truck. It’s got the best yakitori in town. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking condiment.

Snow Eagles: Japanese Air Self Defense Force’s F-15J/DJ Operations At Chitose Air Base