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About Kyoto

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Japan undoubtedly had the strongest string of horror films in the time period we're covering here. There's really no lapse in offerings from year to year.

I break it up, and I’m fuming. I’m like, “What are you guys, five?” But then, I see this kid, Yuki, who’s usually a troublemaker, and he’s just sitting there, looking all sad. Turns out, he got a letter from home. Man, that hit me. I remember my first letter from home when I was in the service. It’s like a lifeline, ya know? So, I sit down with him, and we talk. I’m trying to be all tough, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, don’t cry. You’re a tough guy!”

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