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About Kyoto

Here’s where it gets juicy. She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her hustle—says she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. A fuckin’ dumpster! I’m dyin’, imaginin’ her poppin’ out like, “I am awaited in Valhalla!” That’s some next-level survival shit. I’m impressed—girl’s got grit. Reminds me of Furiosa, but with better heels.

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We wander over to the bridge on Funaishikawa Street. The view is insane! The mountains in the background, the river flowing, and the sound of laughter everywhere. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I spot a kid with a balloon. And guess what? The balloon pops! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the balloon!”