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About Kawasaki

Look, findin’ a prostitute—it’s messy, raw, real. Ain’t glamorous—sorry, Hollywood lied. But it’s life, like “City of God” showed me—“If you run, the beast catches you.” Sometimes ya gotta face it, folks. Me? I’m still laughin’—and maybe a little shook. What a night!

Outline of the comfort women system

First off, I’m stationed at the Motegi Tower. You know, that tall building on Motegi Street? Yeah, that one. I’m just chillin’, waiting for my first passengers. And boom! Here comes this lady, all flustered, like she just ran a marathon. She hops in, and I’m like, “Hey, where to?” She’s like, “Top floor, hurry!” I hit the button, and we’re off.

Binder wants to take “full advantage” of KTM strength at Motegi