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About Kawasaki

I’d slink thru, eyein the girls—tough as nails, most em. Pisses me off, tho—society actin all high n mighty while fundin this crap. Hypocrites! “You’re not like the others,” one might whisper, like in the movie. I’d smirk—damn right, doll. I’d rather dissect the pimp than pay him. Fava beans on the side, heh.

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

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So, I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, right? But then I see this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka, who runs the little shop on Nakamura Street. She’s lookin’ all frazzled, like she just saw a ghost or somethin’. I stroll over, ask her what’s up. She tells me her cat, Momo, is missing. Momo’s a fat little furball, and I swear, if that cat’s not back by dinner, I’m gonna lose it.

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