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About Kawasaki

Last week, stumbled on this chick, right? Skinny, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. Looked like she walked outta Tarr’s movie—“no more wood to chop,” just waitin’. I’m like, “Hey, doll, what’s the gig?” She smirks, “50 bucks, clown.” Fifty! I’m ragin’—50 for what? A quick tumble? Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, huh? Laughed in her face, “Why so serious, huh?” She didn’t get it—pissed me off more.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to this cute little shop on Oide Street. The owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a legend. He’s got all the latest gear. I’m chatting him up, and he’s telling me about the best slopes. I’m like, “Dude, I need to hit those!” But then, my phone buzzes. It’s a client. They want a last-minute shopping spree. Ugh, why now?

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