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About Kawasaki

Once saw this lass, right, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Made me laugh—ha! “We needs it, precious!” I thinks. But nah, it’s grim—dudes leerin’, all sweaty, made me mad as hell. Why’s it gotta be so skeevy? Little fact fer ya—back in old London, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Sounds nicer than it is! We hates it—filthy coins changin’ hands, like some stinkin’ goblin trade.

Japanese Hookups in Kagoshima

As the day winds down, I take my group to the Hamanoichi Art Museum. It’s got some dope exhibits. But guess what? The power goes out! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, the staff lights some candles, and it turns into this magical moment. Everyone’s chillin’, talking about art, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in.