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About Kyoto

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, y’know, like it’s some kinda quest! Picture this: me, a crusty ol’ mechanic, greasy hands, wrench in my pocket, cruisin’ the streets like Royal Tenenbaum lookin’ for his next big mess. “You’re a rebel, Royal,” I mutter, thinkin’ how this ain’t no fancy Wes Anderson flick—it’s real life, damnit!

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The museum’s dope, by the way. They’ve got this sick exhibit on traditional Japanese ceramics. I’m staring at these ancient pots, and I’m like, “Man, I’m a total noob.” But then I see this one piece that looks like it’s been through hell and back. I’m like, “That’s my spirit pot!”

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