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About Kawasaki

So, escort, huh? I’m talkin’ them hired buddies, not the Ford car, though that’d be a hoot too! Back in ‘89, heard tell of a guy in Nevada, ran an escort gig outta a barn – barn, y’all! Cops busted him faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine. Made me laugh ‘til I near rusted my blades! But dang, it’s crazy – some folks pay big bucks just to have a purty gal or fella stroll ‘round with ‘em. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

Roll the dice...

After a few hours of bustin’ my butt, I finally get a break. I head to the park near Obu Station. It’s a nice spot, with cherry blossoms and all that jazz. I plop down on a bench, and guess what? I see a couple of old dudes playin’ shogi. They’re so into it, it’s like a battle of wits. I’m just munchin’ on my onigiri, watchin’ them go at it.

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