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About Kawasaki

So, picture this: a lass, workin’ the corner, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. Reminds me of that line, “Purification is freedom!”—she’s free, sorta, but trapped too. Society’s all “ugh, filthy,” but I see guts. Takes balls to hustle like that, yeah? Little known fact—back in Victorian days, some prossies ran secret networks, smugglin’ info, dodgin’ coppers. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they’d outsmart Thor’s thick skull any day.

Takamori Haruka

Gaston is a wise fool, an incredibly kind, innocent and naïve, which causes different people to like him, help him, or take advantage of him.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Hiro. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the festival at Takamori Shrine!” I’m like, “What festival?” Apparently, it’s some local thing with food stalls and games. My heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “Forget this meeting!” But I can’t just bail. So, I sit there, plotting my escape.

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