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About Kawasaki

Sometimes I wonder—does she like her job? Prolly not, huh? “We’re already dead,” that’s the vibe I get. But she’s still smilin’, crackin’ jokes with her pals. I’d be her pal, but I’d ask dumb stuff like, “Can ya pay with jellyfish?” She’d laugh, prolly. Or slap me. Either way, she’s a legend in my book—tough, shiny, and a lil’ scary. Like a sparkly kraken! What d’ya think, buddy?

Horrors of India's brothels documented

TIFU by yelling "THEY HAD SEX" in a Zoom meeting with my boss and coworkers · This is something that actually just happened an hour ago. I work completely.

So, I hit the streets of Rifu, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride. I started my morning at the Rifu Station, which is always buzzing. I grabbed a coffee from that little shop on Koshinbō Street. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He messed it up! I mean, c’mon! I ordered a latte, not a black coffee! I was like, “Dude, are you trying to ruin my day?”

Daniel aims to start a Rifu-lution as new app set to change marketing goes into test phase