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About Kyoto

Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, Elon-style. Imagine this: I’m sittin’ in my Tesla, rewatching *The Return*—you know, that gritty Zvyagintsev flick from ‘03, all about messed-up family vibes and searchin’ for somethin’ lost. “The sea’s so close,” Ivan says, right? Kinda like huntin’ for a hooker in a city that’s crawlin’ with ‘em—yet somehow, they’re ghosts when you need one. Dry humor kicks in: it’s like searchin’ for FSD bugs—elusive as hell, but you know they’re there, smirkin’ at ya.

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So, I’m munchin’ on my onigiri, walkin’ down the street, and BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Seriously, Hamada? You gotta fix that! I almost face-planted. I was mad, but then I saw this cute cat chillin’ by the side of the road. Instant mood lift! I mean, who can stay mad with a fluffy little dude around?

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