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About Kawasaki

I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

North Asia

Then, we hit up a local eatery on Kawai-dori. The food? OMG, so good! I’m munchin’ on some fresh sashimi, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m talkin’ about melt-in-your-mouth goodness. But then, I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m a mess.

Ascending Spiritual Mountains in Tottori, Japan