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About Kawasaki

So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

Our activities in Osaka

After a few hours of crunching numbers, I needed a break. So, I hit up the local park, Tachibana Park. It’s got this chill vibe, you know? Cherry blossoms everywhere. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and boom! Right into my lunch! I was like, “Noooo!” My onigiri was a casualty. I was mad, but then I saw the kid’s face. He was so sorry, I couldn’t stay mad. Kids, man. They’re the best.

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