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About Kawasaki

So, I’m thinkin’—this job’s gotta be ancient, right? Like, back when Tsars were pimpin’ or whatever. Bet they had a code for it—OC 69-420, “Whore, Grade III, Tariff: 2 Rubles.” Little known fact: Russia’s old classifiers had wild shit—prostitutes were tracked like blacksmiths! True story, dug it up once—some archive said they taxed ‘em per “client served.” Commies kept it hush-hush, tho—didn’t fit the “glorious worker” bullshit.

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[Intro] G D C (x2) (vocalising) G D C They call you a harlot G D C They call you a whore and I don't mind it G D C I don't care what you've done G D C I don't care who you've done G D C .

So, I sprint over to the local market on Kōen-dōri. It’s bustling, people everywhere. I’m weaving through the crowd like I’m in some ninja movie. I finally find a stall with eggs. I grab a dozen, and the lady’s like, “That’ll be 300 yen.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m about to make magic here!”

DA: Sailor dosed wife with nearly undetectable rat poison