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About Kyoto

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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So, I’m sittin’ there, no lights, no music, just me and the dog. I start tellin’ the lady about the time I almost got lost in Yuki’s back alleys. She’s laughin’, and I’m feelin’ good again.

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