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About Kyoto

Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

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Not far from Minowa station on the Hibiya line is a nondescript temple called 浄閑寺—Jokanji. From the street, it looks like many other Tokyo temples, but behind the new main building is an .

First stop? The local konbini. Gotta grab my morning coffee. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, bro, it’s just a onigiri! I’m about to lose it. Finally, I get my iced coffee, and it’s like a miracle in a cup. I’m feeling a bit better, ya know?

Livermore middle schoolers return to Japan for exchange program