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About Kawasaki

Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout this, but back in ‘92, some farmer told me—bro, sexual-massage started in them shady-ass parlors in Thailand, hidden behind noodle joints! True story, motherfucker! Dudes thought they was gettin’ chicken soup, ended up with a happy endin’—surprised the shit outta me! I’m sittin’ there, tractor hummin’, laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it. You ever tried it? Hands all up in places—fuck, it’s intense! Makes me wanna yell, “Motherfucker, keep goin’!” like I’m cheerin’ a damn rodeo.

(Optional) Search the van

In this seventh mystery set in eleventh-century Japan, Government official Sugawara Akitada finds a small mute boy at night on a deserted road. Akitada, still.

But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. “Hey, we need you at the old shrine on Kōen-dōri. There’s a tree that’s about to fall.” I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” So, I scarf down my food and rush over.

Young Vancouver chef gets two Michelin nods for Sushi Masuda