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About Kawasaki

Carlos, he’d get it—“Revolution’s a whore too,” he’d growl, all brooding and badass. She’s out there, mate, takin’ what’s hers, no apologies. Makes me think—world’s a mess, but she’s got her own code. Angry? Sure, when pricks judge her. Happy? When she flips ‘em off and struts away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my Aston Martin she’s got stories to tell—wilder than mine. Oi, gotta jet—shaken, not stirred, yeah? Catch ya later!

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“Slut” and “whore” are spewed into my ear. I raise my hands to shut them out. My limbs are useless, pinned by an unnameable force, my will.

Finally, I get to work. I’m a graphic designer, so I’m all about that creative life. But today, my boss was in a mood. Like, a serious mood. He starts nitpicking my designs. “This isn’t vibrant enough,” he says. Dude, it’s a poster for a local festival on Kōen Street! It’s supposed to be chill, not a neon explosion!

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