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About Kawasaki

What pisses me off? The stench. Gods, it’s like that bathhouse in the movie—sweaty, grimy, makes ya gag. But what got me happy? Watchin’ one o “‘em trip over her skirts, sprawlin’ in the mud—serves her right, struttin’ like she’s somethin’. Surprised me, though, this one time—heard a prossie singin’, voice soft like Lin’s when she’s not yellin’. Caught me off guard, almost felt… somethin’. Then I remembered who I am. Screw that.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kawai Street for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—hot, strong, and just enough caffeine to make me feel like a human. But guess what? They were outta my fave blend! I mean, c’mon! How do you run outta coffee in Kawage? It’s like running outta sushi in Tokyo! So, I settled for some weird matcha thing. Ugh, not my jam.

Hunters claim first win