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About Kawasaki

So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

Final F-15 Eagle Flies From Kadena Air Base

I hop on my bike, zoomin’ down the streets. Kadena’s got these narrow roads, and I’m dodgin’ cars like I’m in some kinda video game. I pass by the Kadena Town Center, and it’s packed. Like, who knew shopping could be a contact sport? I almost crashed into a lady with a shopping cart. Sorry, lady!

BH 25-1: Kadena conducts fire training