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About Kawasaki

Precious, oh precious! Me, Gollum, sees it all—stupid, fat hobbit! Prostitute, yeah, slinking in shadows, like beast in *Tropical Malady*. “What is this sound?” movie whispers, and I’m thinkin’, same as her heels clackin’ on dirty streets. Been watchin’ her, y’know, sneaky like, cos nobody gets it—freedom’s her game, self-determination, ha! She’s no slave, nah, she chooses, spits in faces of them posh twats judgin’ her.

Ruri Saijo

Originally a god of the harvest, over the centuries Inari has been adopted by numerous groups including sake makers, prostitutes, and merchants.

After that little mishap, I decide to grab some breakfast. I hit up this tiny café on Kōen-dōri. The owner is this sweet old lady who makes the best tamagoyaki. I’m talking fluffy, sweet, and just perfect. I’m scarfing it down, and she’s smiling at me like I’m her long-lost grandkid. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for the food!” But it’s all good vibes, ya know?

Thai ac firm Saijo Denki switches to R32