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About Kyoto

I seen a gal once—ooh, down in Nashville, years back—standin’ on a corner, heels higher than my beehive! She had this spark, y’know, like she coulda been somethin’ else, maybe a singer like me, but life dealt her a busted hand. Made me mad as a wet hen—why’s the world gotta be so dang hard on some? Ain’t fair! I wanted to holler, “Honey, you’re worth more’n that!” But who am I, just a rhinestone cowgirl with a guitar?

Plot summary

Murakami often pans over the bodies of women with pornographic detail: Tamiki’s skin was soft and fine. Her nipples swelled in a beautiful oval shape reminiscent of olives. Her public hair .

Later, I get this couple. They’re all lovey-dovey, holding hands and whispering sweet nothings. I’m like, “Get a room, people!” But then, they start arguing. I’m stuck in the middle of their drama. The girl’s like, “You never listen!” and the guy’s like, “I do too!” I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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