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About Kyoto

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Streets I walk, neon lights hummin’. “Do or do not, there’s no try,” I mutter—Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, spins in my head. Words float, broken—like “love is a shadow.” Shadow, yeah, fits this gig. Prostitute huntin’, not glamorous, nah. Dirty alleys, stinkin’ of piss, callin’ me. Angry, I get—world’s messed up, man! Girls out there, sellin’ skin, breaks my heart.

Crime Fiction Lover

I visited Yamaha Stadium to watch a soccer game, but it was a bit stressful. The directions to the away seats were confusing, and I had to walk around the.

Then, outta nowhere, my coworker Yuki bursts in, all excited. “You won’t believe this! The cherry blossoms are blooming early this year!” I was like, “Cool, but I’m stuck here.” I mean, who doesn’t love cherry blossoms? They’re like the city’s crown jewels. But work, right?

Júbilo Iwata Suffers Disappointing Home Defeat