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About Kawasaki

I’d toss in a character—some pimp quoting, “I’m an agent of chaos.” Runs the joint like a twisted kingpin. Players pick sides—work the girls, rob the place, or burn it down. Freedom, baby, that’s my style. Hate the prissy types who’d clutch pearls over it—screw ‘em. Real history? 1800s Nevada, brothels paid town taxes. Whores kept the lights on! Surprised me, honestly—grubby cash flowing like whiskey.

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

Then, I spot this old lady on the bench. She’s got this amazing hat, like something outta a fashion magazine. I’m thinking, “Wow, she’s got style.” But then she starts talking to me about her cat. I’m like, “Lady, I’m here to mourn, not hear about Mr. Whiskers.” But she’s sweet, so I listen.

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