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About Kawasaki

Hiss! Me, precious, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, yesss. Nasty places, they is—stink of sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of “Amour,” that flick I loves—old love rottin’ slow, like brothel sheets. We hates it, don’t we, precious? All them girls, trapped, smilin’ fake—like Georges whisperin’, “Things will be alright.” Ha! Lies, filthy lies!

Koshu: The Depths of Aged Sake

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So, I head to the job site, which is near the Koshu City Hall. The plan? Blast away some old paint from a building. Easy peasy, right? Wrong! I get there, and it’s a total mess. The scaffolding is wobblier than a three-legged dog. I’m like, “Who set this up? A bunch of blindfolded monkeys?”

Pundits predicted a backlash against criminal justice reform in the midterms. What happened?