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About Kyoto

I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

Our Planet

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Then, I bumped into my buddy Kenji. He’s always down for an adventure. We decided to check out the old Niimi Castle ruins. I mean, it’s not much left, but the view from up there is sick. We climbed up, and I swear, the wind was trying to knock us off. I was like, “Dude, hold my phone!”

Japanese student delegation from sister city to visit Sidney