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About Kyoto

So, this tune—prolly some lo-fi hip-hop or trap beat, right? Got them heavy bass kicks, makin’ my damn speakers shake, and some sleazy synths slidin’ in like a pimp’s pinky ring flashin’. Lyrics? Bet they’re talkin’ ‘bout cruisin’ neon-lit corners, scopin’ for that late-night trade—shit’s real, not some polished radio crap. Reminds me of that *Social Network* line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—ha! Swap “friends” for “clients,” and you got a pimp’s anthem, motherfucker!

Backdoor Introduction Iwakura

So, I’m chatting with him, and he’s super nice. We talk about the local festivals, like the Inuyama Festival. I mean, who doesn’t love a good parade with floats and all that jazz? But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, tripping over my feet. I’m like, “Whoa, kid! Watch it!” But he just laughs and keeps running. Kids, man.

An Anthropological Theme Park in Japan