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About Kawasaki

So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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I call my home and find-a-prostitute is a game changer! I've never felt this connected to someone before. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Striptease.

Finally, I get to the guy. His car’s a total wreck. I mean, it’s like it got hit by a meteor or somethin’. Turns out, he tried to fix it himself. Classic rookie mistake. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t just slap duct tape on it and call it a day!” But hey, I’m not here to judge. I’m here to fix it.

Getting there (and back): Transfers to Niseko