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About Kawasaki

Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

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First tattoo for the lovely lady from Orange. Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill! Thank you so much for picking me to do your first piece.

Finally, the rain stops, and the sun comes out again. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions—happy, surprised, and a bit tired. I say goodbye to my friends and start heading home. As I walk down Kiyokawa-dori again, I can’t help but think about how wild today was. Yubari, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

Yubari: chic Japanese restaurant in Old Montreal