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About Kawasaki

I pull up, window down, heart racin’. This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, eyes sharp as a hawk. I’m like, “Hey darlin’, you good?” She smirks, “Good as gold, sugar.” I’m happy she’s got sass, but mad as hell thinkin’ bout what pushed her here. Could be a pimp, could be hunger – how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “Get outta this trap!” But I ain’t no savior, just a guy with a truck and a hankerin’ for truth.

Tiny backstreets

Anyway, I grab my coffee, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the Nagasaki Prefectural Art Museum. Art, man! It’s supposed to be inspiring, right? But I walk in, and it’s just… empty. Like, where’s the vibe? I’m staring at this painting, and I’m like, “What’s the artist trying to say?” But all I can think is, “Dude, I could’ve done that in my sleep.”

Excluding Israel, Nagasaki marks 79th anniversary of US atomic bombing of Japan