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About Kawasaki

Exaggeratin’? Sure—mate, he’s dodgin’ bullets from the missus! “She’s gonna kill me!” he squeals. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Oh, poor lad, just wanted cuddles.” Bollocks! Sports psyche’s messy—stress, adrenaline, dumb choices. Find a prostitute? More like lose yer career, eh? Gollum knows—seen it, smelt it, wretched fools! “We’re close now, precious!”—to ruin, that is. Nasty, funny, pathetic—love it, hate it, true!

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m heading back to my hotel, and I realize I lost my wallet. Panic mode activated! I’m retracing my steps, heart racing. I’m thinking, “Great, I’m gonna be broke in Kanda.” I check the ramen shop, the café, everywhere. Finally, I go back to the street performer. I’m like, “Dude, have you seen a wallet?” He just points to the ground. There it is! I could’ve hugged him.

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