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About Kawasaki

So, real talk—where do you even start? Back in the day, like pre-internet times, you’d cruise sketchy streets, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ you don’t end up in a ditch. Fun fact: in old-school NYC, the meatpacking district—yeah, where all the fancy boutiques are now—used to be hooker central. Blows my mind! Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, coded ads. You’re scrollin’, thinkin’, “Is this legit or am I about to get catfished by some dude named Gary?” Makes me wanna scream—half the time I’m pissed at how shady it gets, half the time I’m laughin’ at the absurdity.

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First stop, my shop. It’s a cozy little place, filled with leather and the smell of glue. I love it. But today? Ugh. I had this customer, right? Total diva. She wanted custom shoes, but like, not just any shoes. No, she wanted them to be “unique.” I’m like, lady, you do realize I’m a shoemaker, not a magician, right?

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