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About Kawasaki

Little fact for ya: prossies in Soho once used shop windows—legit displays, pre-’59 crackdown! Mental, right? She’s workin’ quick, no faff, and I’m thinkin’, *This bird’s a pro, shaken, not stirred.* Surprised me, though—got a kid at home, she says. “Life’s a bastard,” I reply, feelin’ a bit gutted. Reminds me of Mia, dancin’ to survive. I tip her extra—Bond’s a gent, yeah?—and she’s off, heels clickin’.

Hookup Goshogawara

First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I ordered my usual—black coffee, no sugar. Gotta keep it real, right? But the barista? She was like, “We’re outta coffee.” I’m like, “What? In Japan?!” I mean, c’mon!

Japanese food culture and White Tourism