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About Kyoto

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

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So, I rush over to Hitachi-ota Station, and it’s a full-on party! Lights, music, food stalls everywhere. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this sooner?” I grab some yakitori, and it’s fire! I’m dancin’ around, livin’ my best life, when I spot that delivery guy again. He’s still smiling, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He just winks and keeps on ridin’.

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