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About Kyoto

I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

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Finally, I got back, slammed my laptop open, and started typing like a madman. I was so focused, I didn’t even notice the time. Next thing I know, it’s dark outside. I missed dinner plans with my friends. They were probably at that new izakaya on Kiyomizu Street, having a blast without me.