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About Kawasaki

Little factoid for ya, mate - in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, mark ‘em out. Wild, right? Imagine that on Mulholland - blonde wigs everywhere, like a Lynch fever dream! “What’s your name?” “Does it matter, baby?” - pure poetry. Gets me jazzed, thinkin’ how she’s a rebel, flippin’ the script. Not gonna lie, sometimes I’m like, “Shag it, she’s the real hero here!” Screw the suits who sneer - they’re the real villains, yeah?

The 3 Red Light Districts in Bangkok

Listen to I Tried on Spotify. Song · SOJA, Gentleman, Tamika ·

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. It’s always a vibe there. Fresh veggies, fish, and the smell of grilled yakitori waftin’ through the air. I’m walkin’ past this stall, and boom! I trip over a crate. Like, seriously? Who leaves crates in the middle of the street? I’m sprawled out, lookin’ like a fool, and this old lady just cackles at me. Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

My wish is to end the world with my parents – Mujahid M. Soja