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About Kawasaki

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

Early life

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Finally, I get back to work. I’m digging, pulling weeds, and sweating like crazy. And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it lands right in my freshly dug patch. I’m like, “Dude, really?!” I’m about to lose it, but the kid just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, man. No respect for a gardener’s hard work!

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