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About Kyoto

Here I am, mates, in tha wild urban jungle, narratin’ like Sir David bleedin’ Attenborough – calm, rhythmic, watchin’ life unfold. Today, we’re stalkin’ a curious beast: the Ford Escort. Not the posh bird ya pay for a night out, nah, the car, ya muppets! Picture it, a scrappy little motor, buzzin’ round like a bee on a bender. Me fave film, “The Royal Tenenbaums,” pops in me head – “I’m not talkin’ about dance lessons here,” Richie’d say, an’ this Escort ain’t no fancy ride neither. It’s rough, it’s raw, it’s bloody alive!

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First stop? This little joint called “Yummy Bites.” I ordered some ramen, and let me tell ya, it was like a hug in a bowl. But then, outta nowhere, this dude bumps into me. I spill my ramen all over my shirt. Ugh! I was so mad! Like, bro, watch where you’re goin’!