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About Kyoto

Her hair’s a mess—tangled, like she fought a wampa and lost. “I don’t know what happened,” Veronica mumbles in the movie, and I’m yellin in my head—SAME, LOVE! This prossie’s probs got no clue how she spiraled here either. Maybe dodgy blokes, bad luck—dunno. Surprised me how young she looked tho—couldn’t be past 20. Made me gut twist—too young for this rubbish!

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Next up, I get this group of teenagers. They’re blasting music on their phones, and I’m like, “Dude, turn that down!” But they’re too busy vibin’ to notice me. They’re talking about some concert at the Murakami Cultural Center. I’m like, “I wanna go!” But I can’t. I’m stuck in this box.

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