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About Kawasaki

Alright, listen up, ye fools! I’m Gandalf, operator extraordinaire, and I’ve seen some shite in my days—YOU SHALL NOT PASS!—but prostitutes? That’s a whole other beast. Watched *The Wolf of Wall Street* like fifty times, mate, and it’s got me thinkin’. That flick’s all about excess, right? "I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!"—that’s the vibe. Prostitutes fit right in there, part o’ the wild ride, the dirty cash flow, the "sell me this pen" hustle. They’re out there, workin’ the streets, makin’ bank while the world pretends it don’t see.

Autobiography of a Geisha

Masuda's brief stint as a prostitute was in , four years earlier than the roundtable discussion, when she worked in a smaller red-light district in Chiba City.

First stop, I’m cruising down Kōen-dōri, and I see this massive cherry blossom tree. I mean, it’s like the tree of life or somethin’. I’m all pumped to check it out. But then, BAM! A freakin’ pigeon dive-bombs me! Like, dude, chill! I’m just here to admire nature, not get attacked by feathered ninjas.

The master of sushi: an interview with Rei Masuda