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About Kawasaki

So there I was, pissed off, cos the pubs were dry of decent company. We shall fight the silence, the empty beds! Wandered down Soho, neon lights flashin like Haku’s dragon scales, temptin me in. Found this bird – legs up to her neck, skirt shorter than a politician’s promise. “How much, love?” I says, heart thumpin like a drum solo. She grins, all sly, “Fifty quid, big boy.” Fifty! Blimey, I nearly choked – coulda bought a bleedin amp for that!

Select Your Location

First thing, I hit up the local coffee shop on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? I swear, the barista was having a bad day. She spilled my coffee all over the counter. I was like, “Great, just what I needed!” But then she gave me a free pastry. So, I guess that’s a win?

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