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About Kawasaki

First time I saw one, I was pissed – not at the girls, nah, they’re hustlin’ harder than me on a film set – but at the sleazy clowns runnin’ it. Greasy hair, gold chains, actin’ like they’re kings of the dock. Made my blood boil, fam! Reminds me of *Margaret* – “You’re a little man who’s lost his way!” – ‘cept these punks never had a way to begin with. Saw this one cat, swear he was 5’2”, barkin’ orders at girls twice his size. Laughed my ass off – bro, know your role, you ain’t intimidatin’ nobody!

1. Komoro Castle

I start my day at this little café on Asama Street. The coffee? Pure magic. I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but I could’ve sworn I heard angels singing when I took that first sip. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, can you give a lecture today?” Ugh, like I’m not already stressed.

AKA: inariyama special education school