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About Kawasaki

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, neon lights flashin’. Kinda like Silicon Valley, but dirtier. I’m wonderin’, how’s this even work? You don’t just Google “prostitute near me,” right? Or do ya? Ha! Maybe there’s an app now—swipe right for a good time. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but am I? Anyway, I see this gal—heels high, skirt short—standin’ by a lamppost. Classic, right? Like a scene from some gritty ’80s movie. I’m thinkin’, “Is this for real?” She’s got that look—tough, tired, but sharp. Reminds me of Eduardo in the movie, y’know? “I was your only friend.” Bet she’s got stories—clients stiffin’ her, cops hasslin’ her. Made me mad, thinkin’ about it—people treatin’ her like trash. She’s out here grindin’, same as anybody.

Getting there and around

After that, I wandered over to Hikone Castle. It’s so majestic! I mean, the history, the architecture—just wow. But here’s the kicker: I tripped on the steps. Classic me. I fell right in front of a group of tourists. They laughed, and I was like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But deep down, I was dying of embarrassment.

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