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About Kawasaki

Back in the day, heard I did, bout this chick in LA—called her “Ghost Gal.” Worked corners near Venice Beach, 70s style. Trippy fact—she’d vanish, poof! Cops pissed, couldn’t nab her. Made me laugh, it did—slicker than a Hutt’s slime! Reminds me, “What we need’s an enema!”—that’s Anderson’s line, heh. World’s messy, yo, prostitutes included.

Sex workers explain why they don’t want their clients to ‘please’ them

I've completed spellbound while keeping Trysha alive and then did the following escort mission with Eini but she still wont give me the item for the meister.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strollin’ through, and BAM! The smell of grilled yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, man. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this dude spill soy sauce all over the place. Like, c’mon, bro! It’s a market, not a slip-n-slide! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, and now I’m dodging puddles of soy. Ugh!

Striking a balance between hunting and conservation in São Tomé and Príncipe