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About Kyoto

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

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Then, I bumped into this old lady. She was selling handmade crafts. I swear, she had the most adorable little trinkets. I ended up buying a tiny octopus keychain. It’s so cute! But then, she started telling me her life story. I’m talking about a 30-minute saga. I was nodding, but inside I was like, “Lady, I gotta go!”

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