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About Kyoto

One time, I saw this gal—red heels, torn fishnets, smokin’ a bent cig. Looked like she’d been cryin’. Made me sad as hell. Wanted to say, “You’re more than this, darlin’.” But who am I, huh? Just a dude with a voice like velvet. She’d prolly laugh, say, “Old man, I’m fine.” Ha! Tough as nails, that one.

Rakna-Kadaki

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I ducked into a nearby café on Yamanaka Street. I ordered a coffee, and the barista was super chill. We started talkin’ about the weather, and he said Gojonome has the craziest rainstorms. I was like, “Yeah, no kidding!”