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About Kawasaki

Back in ‘77—yeah, I’m old—prostitutes worked corners, no apps, no bullshit. You had to *feel* the vibe, spot the signals. Little fact: they’d wear red shoes—secret code, sneaky shit. Surprised me first time I saw it. Thought, “What’s this, a fashion show?” Nope, just business, baby. Made me grin under this mask—kinda happy, kinda twisted.

Supporting Characters

Mutsu,knows what going on with her,we had assumed it because of the stress find no one looking at me,I never knew but the feeling didn't stop,it.

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” I grab my coffee, head out. But then, bam! I hit the city. Mutsu is wild, man. It’s got this vibe, you know? Like, you’re in the middle of nature, but then there’s this urban buzz.

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