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About Kawasaki

So, I’m chattin’ her up, real casual-like. She’s all, “Fifty bucks, hon,” and I’m like, “FIFTY? For what, a ride to Gotham?” Hah! Bargained her down to thirty—score! She’s got this raspy laugh, tells me she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. Smelled like old fish, she said, but freedom’s worth it. I’m noddin’, thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor, a real Harvey Dent—two sides, ya know?”

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Now, let me tell ya about my pit. It’s not just any ol’ pit. It’s tucked away on a side street off Akasaka. You gotta know the right people to find it. I’ve got my setup all nice, charcoal smokin’, the smell is heavenly. I’m in my zone, just me and the fire.

Who’s the monster?