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About Kawasaki

Oh, and the smells – sweat, cheap perfume, desperation! Like *The Great Beauty*’s parties, all fake smiles and rot underneath. Surprised me first time – thought it’d be glam, not grim. Silly Gollum! Still, there’s a buzz, a mad rush – keeps me comin’ back, y’know?

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We walk through busy NYC streets and get on crowded apartment elevators, all good. He's up close and personal with strangers daily and no issues.

Next, I’m starving. I hit up a local izakaya on Yabase Street. I order some grilled fish. It’s so fresh, it practically swims back to the ocean! I’m munching away, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about Akita’s famous kiritanpo. I’m like, “What’s that?” He explains it’s rice on a stick. I’m intrigued. I gotta try it!

Three construction workers die inside manhole in Akita Prefecture