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About Kyoto

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s hummin’ a tune, waitin’ for the next john, dreamin’ bout somethin’ soft—like that movie bit, *“A breeze carries a song”*—but nah, reality hits, it’s just car exhaust and cheap cologne. Ugh, makes me wanna scream! Still, she’s got this spark, this fire—prolly why I dig her vibe. Tough as nails, soft as silk—Marilyn gets it, darlin’. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d toast her any day!

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First off, I hit up the local market on Matsuzaki Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about fish so fresh, they practically wink at ya. I grab some sashimi, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You gotta try the wasabi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to breathe fire today.” But he insists, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.” I take a bite, and WHOA, my sinuses are clear! But then I’m coughing like a maniac. Thanks, old man.

Mark Izu, pioneer of Asian American Jazz Movement, passes at 70