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About Kawasaki

So, we’re vibin’, me and this bird, and I’m feelin’ that “Inherent Vice” buzz—like, is she real, or am I just high on life? “You’re a real trip,” I tell her, and she laughs, all husky. Turns out, she’s got a story—used to be a typist, got sacked for nickin’ pens, ended up here. Wild, right? Made me sad for a sec, but then she’s all, “Fancy a go, luv?” and I’m back, baby!

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the bad luck. Otaki’s got this vibe, ya know? The mountains in the background, the ocean breeze. It’s beautiful. But then I hit the main drag, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with all these tourists? I mean, I get it, the Otaki River is stunning, but c’mon! I can’t even get to my favorite coffee shop, the one on Otaki’s main street.

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