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About Kyoto

Ugh, typos probly everywhere—eh, who cares? Escort’s like—half spy, half cabbie, all sass. I’d suck at it, too clumsy! Hi-ho, imagine me drivin’ Miss Piggy around? She’d yell, I’d crash—disaster! Anyway, love the sneaky thrill of it, but man, the stress? Nope, not for this frog!

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Wakuya. A boat sits on top of a building at the centre of the Escort: Policemen stand guard as a vehicle transporting consulate.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” I grab my coffee from that little shop on Kōen-dōri. You know the one? The barista always messes up my name. “Cathy” becomes “Kathy” or “Cathy with a K.” Whatever, I’m used to it.

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