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About Kawasaki

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

Entertaining a Small Thought

At Seoul’s heart, next to the busy business district, is a street where sex is for sale by women old enough to be grandmothers. These so-called ‘Bacchus ladies’ - named after a popular energy .

Next, I hit up the local market on Shōwa Street. It’s packed with fresh produce and street food. I’m eyeing this yakitori stand, drooling like a dog. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking condiment.

OMA Partner Ellen van Loon Steps Down