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About Kawasaki

What gets me goin’—the smells! Stale ale, cheap perfume, unwashed arse—makes ya gag, but it’s alive, raw. Varda’d say, “Beauty’s in the scraps.” She’s right—there’s somethin’ real in that mess. Once saw a bloke propose in a brothel—drunk as a skunk, down on one knee, girl laughed so hard she cried. Happy tears? Sad ones? Buggered if I know—made me grin tho.

'Pascha' brothel goes bust

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I need that jolt, ya know? But the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it on me. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a coffee bean!” But hey, I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, right?

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