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About Kyoto

So, where d’ya start? Streets, obviously—grimy corners, flickering lights. Saw this one bird, right, legs like a giraffe, tottering in heels. Thought, “She’s gotta be one!” Nope, just a drunk lass from the pub. Waste of my bloody time! Fuming, I was—hate amateurs clogging the system. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé screaming, “Who’s laughing now, huh?” Nobody, mate, cos I’m still skint and horny.

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But then, I knock over a whole bag of glaze. It spills everywhere. I’m standing there, covered in clay and glaze, looking like a hot mess. But you know what? I laugh. Because that’s life, right? Messy, unpredictable, and full of surprises.

Courtesy Call from Representatives of the Mito Plum Festival and the Mount Tsukuba Plum Blossom Festival