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About Kyoto

So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

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After a few hours of bustin’ my butt, I finally get a break. I head to the park near Obu Station. It’s a nice spot, with cherry blossoms and all that jazz. I plop down on a bench, and guess what? I see a couple of old dudes playin’ shogi. They’re so into it, it’s like a battle of wits. I’m just munchin’ on my onigiri, watchin’ them go at it.

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