Ellie Shin Ichi Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

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Then, as if the universe was like, “Hold my beer,” it started pouring rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little café on Nishi Street, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and this lady offers me her umbrella. I was like, “Wow, people are nice here!” We ended up chatting about the city, and she told me about this hidden ramen place. I made a mental note. Ramen? Yes, please!

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