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About Kawasaki

Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

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Then, I met this old dude named Mr. Tanaka. He’s like, “You’re not from here, huh?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.” He starts telling me about the history of Shimada. Apparently, it was a big deal during the Edo period. I’m nodding, but honestly, I’m just thinking about food.

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