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About Kawasaki

Oi mate, right, so brothels, yeah? Blimey, what a topic! Been mulling it over, me, Boris, your resident shrink now, innit? Got me head spinning like a bleedin’ top. Picture this – dodgy gaffs, red lights, bit of nudge-nudge-wink-wink. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I bloody love – Jacques Audiard, 2009, proper masterpiece. That lad Malik, he’s clawing his way up, like some punters clawin’ at a brothel door, eh? “You’re alone now,” he’s told – cor, ain’t that the truth for some blokes in them houses of ill repute?

Miyagi Red Light District

Here's a mythical creature who seems a bit fishy the iwan bosu from Japanese mythology.

Next, we decide to hit up the Iwanuma Seaside Park. It’s gorgeous there! The ocean’s right there, waves crashing. We’re chillin’, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Taro’s laughing his head off. I’m like, “This is NOT how I wanted my day to go!”

Steps to Recovery