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About Kawasaki

See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

Rakna-Kadaki

But then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get any crazier, I saw a street performer on the corner of Kiyomizu Street. This guy was juggling fire! I was like, “What the heck?!” He dropped one, and it almost hit a lady. She freaked out, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, who juggles fire in the middle of the street?