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About Kyoto

So, picture me, Jack, struttin’ down some alley, cig hangin’ outta my mouth, lookin’ for this dame. I spot her—legs for days, eyes sharp like No-Face sizin’ me up. “Hey, honey,” I growl, “you lost, or you found me?” She smirks, says somethin’ slick—prolly thinks I’m a nutcase. Makes me laugh, y’know? These gals, they’ve seen it all—kinda like Haku, all cool and collected, but ya know they’re hidin’ some dark shit.

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Though the park was appreciated and well used by the residents of Chinatown, Banda Street along with neighbouring Spring Street had a notorious reputation as many Japanese .

I keep walking, and I hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. The barista is super chill. I order a matcha latte, and she’s like, “You want it hot or iced?” I’m like, “Surprise me!” She gives me this look, like I’m some kinda daredevil. I love it.

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