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About Kawasaki

So – we talk. I’m pacin’. She’s smokin’. Asks – “you a cop?” I go – nah. I’m Walken. She blinks. “Weird name.” I shrug. Story goes – back in ‘73. Times Square. Hookers everywhere. Cops didn’t care. Little fact – they’d tip ‘em off. Raids comin’? Boom. Gone. Smart gals.

A Guide to the Tokyo Red Light District

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back through the streets, and I see this little kid crying. My heart sinks. I kneel down, asking what’s wrong. He lost his toy. I’m like, “Dude, let’s find it!” We scour the area, and finally, I spot it under a bench. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like, “See? We’re a team!” I feel like a hero for a sec.

Naming and shaming those who violate rubbish rules in Japan