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About Kyoto

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, chill, they’re just hustlin’! I mean, in *Basterds*, Hans Landa’s all smug, “That’s a bingo!”—but whores? They’d outsmart that creep in a heartbeat. One time, I read ‘bout this gal, Nell Gwyn, 1600s England—total badass. She was a whore, actress, *and* King Charles II’s side chick. Talk about multitaskin’! She’d quip, “I’m a whore, find me a better job!”—and I’m over here cacklin’, “R2-D2, where you at, you’d love her!”

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, her name’s Yuki. I’m all ready to order my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, please! But guess what? They ran outta matcha! Like, how do you run outta matcha in Japan? I was fuming. I mean, c’mon! So, I settle for a black coffee. Ugh, bitter like my mood.

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