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About Kawasaki

Thing is, findin’ a prossie ain’t just point and pay. Nah, there’s an art to it—gotta read the room, dodge the coppers, and not end up with some dodgy tart who’ll nick your wallet. Got me ragin’ once—this one chick, swear she looked like a Bond girl, turns out she’s a bloody pickpocket! Left me skint, fumin’, yellin’ “You can’t do this to me!” like Jack screamin’ at the mountain.

This is the Flask Plan

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking down the streets again, and I stumble upon a festival! There’s food everywhere, and people are dancing. I’m like, “Heck yes!” I grab some yakitori and join in. I’m not a dancer, but who cares? I’m twirling around, laughing, and just living in the moment.

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