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About Kawasaki

So, this one time, heard a story—some Nevada joint, legal brothel, guy walks in, pays big, just to nap. A NAP! Paid $500 to snooze with a gal. Laughed my ass off, what a sap. “I don’t know how to love you,” Celine’d say to that moron. Me? I’d burn the place down before steppin’ in. Sticky floors, shady deals—hate it. Once read they got secret tunnels in old ones, like in Amsterdam, for sneakin’ out priests. Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

Gojo Rakuen Kyo-machiya with Kamogawa view

Satoru has had the Night World blog fall into his lap after years of following it. Now knowing exactly how to access the various places of the Night World.

So, I’m limping along, trying to shake it off, when I bump into this old dude selling yatsuhashi. You know, those sweet rice snacks? He’s like, “Try one!” And I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m suddenly happy again. I mean, who knew a snack could change my mood so fast?

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