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About Kawasaki

We swears! I’d sneak in, sniffin’ round—stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Reckon it’s grim, but alive—pulsing, like Freddie’s mad heart. Once read ‘bout a madam in Paris, 1900s—ran a joint with secret rooms, mirrors everywhere. Spied on rich toffs for blackmail—clever lass! Made me happy, her outsmartin’ ‘em.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kubo Street. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grabbed my usual – tuna mayo, of course. But guess what? They were out! Like, how do you run out of onigiri? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science.

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