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About Kawasaki

So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, mutterin’ to myself, “Can you hear me?”—straight outta the movie, ya know? She smirks, “What’s your deal, old man?” I laugh—hoarse, loud—cuz she’s got sass! I like that. “Just lookin’ for company,” I rasp, “not a billionaire, promise!” She rolls her eyes, “Good, they tip like shit.”

Our Planet

Now, let me tell you about the streets of Funagata. They’re a mix of old-school charm and modern vibes. I zipped past the old wooden houses on Kameyama, then hit the main drag, where all the shops are. I swear, I could smell the yakitori from a mile away. My stomach growled, but I had no time to eat. Plates first, food later, right?

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